A medicine man I met
Said, "Don't get yourself in a sweat;
When things look grey,
Just shrug and say,
"It must have been somethin' I ate!"
"So don't get yourself in a snit," he said,
"Tuck your pantaloons into your kit instead!
It's disarming
To be charming,"
Qoth the medicine man,
Whom all agree,
It's plain to see,
Nobody could be wiser than!
So if your temper's gettin' the top hand,
All ya' gotta do is just stop and
Pass that peace pipe and bury the hatchet,
Like the Choctaws, Chickasaws, Chattahoochees, Chippewas do!
If you're feelin' mad as a wet hen,
Mad as you can possibly get, then
Pass that peace pipe and bury that tomahawk,
Like those Chichamecks, Cherokees, Chapultepecs do!
Don't be cranky,
Try to use a little restraint!
Fold that hanky
And wipe off all that warpaint!
And if you find yourself in a fury,
Be your own judge and your own jury!
Pass that peace pipe and bury the hatchet,
Like the Choctaws, Chickasaws, Chattahoochees, Chickawas do!
If you wanna hover out west too,
You will soon discover it's best to
Pass that peace pipe and bury that hatchet,
Like the Chochohs, Changos, Chattanoogas, Chichewoos do do do!
Oh, even in colonial days
Knew ceremonial ways to
Pass that peace pipe and bury that tomahawk,
Like this Chakatoomees, Chepeacheps 'n' Chicopees do!
Pull your ears in,
Try to use a little control!
When "all clear!"'s in,
You'll be top man on the totem pole!
And if you wanna be an alright guy,
Not a long face "blues in the night" guy,
Write that apology and dispatch it,
When you quarrel it's grand to patch it!
Pass that peace pipe and bury that hatchet,
Like this Choctaws, Chickasaws, Chattahoochees, Chippewas,
And those Chichamecks, Cherokees, Chapultepecs,
And those Chakamootees, Chepeacheps 'n' Chicopees,
Chockohs, Changos, Chatanoogas, Cheekarohs do!
Ugh!