My collection is not big

Nor the items razor-sharp

But they can do their job

Cuttin’ up my carp

But when that day a-comes

When it’s only me against the world

I’ll be ready with my blades

Tempered and a-twirled

And when they try to get me

Be they sacarios or the fed

I’ll be waiting by the bush

And next thing you know, they dead.

I do not count myself as violent

I am a pacifist at heart

But when under threat is my liberty

Those who try to take it, are taken apart.