Like a scorpion your sting
You find it your only thing
Quarrelsome and disputatious
Of things petty even not precious
The wise went ahead and said,
"Do not
answer a fool
according to his folly,
or
you yourself
will be
just like him."
Try tame the tongue
Beside its fangs
It can disintegrate
And leave regrets
The only tool is love
Go that and have
And the scorpion will lose the sting
For love is corrective
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