Time to round up the wild horses–
Rid the country of them all!
For they graze on scarce resources
That are not their own to call.
Time to ship them from our nation,
Taking all their young along,
On the buses, at the station–
We would see the end of wrong.
Every day would be so mellow
If their presence here would end—
Yet it’s hard to hurt a fellow
When the fellow is your friend.
Time to round up the wild horses–
Let their plots be soon revealed.
Plots to run their terror courses
From their secret grazing field.
We are fearful of their teaching
When the hundreds come to pray–
Fearful of their leader’s preaching
Evil thoughts against our Way.
Every day would be so mellow
If their presence here would end—
Yet it’s hard to hurt a fellow
When the fellow is your friend.