Pent up and chewed up at a fleeting glance

Miscontrued in the mood for assistance

Flames fanned with compliance

We all have fallen foul

And forced the striking hand

Indiscriminate and loathe

To now backtrack - see red and fight fast

Punishment is somehow

Always due somewhere down the line

Until this realisation dawns:

Spare the rod and you'll arise

Spare it! Spare the rod and you'll arise

A strong-arm is for bleak times

But spare this rod and arise

Pent up and chewed up at a fleeting glance

Miscontrued in the mood for assistance

Flames fanned with compliance

We all have fallen foul

And forced the striking hand

Indiscriminate and loathe

To now backtrack - see red and fight fast

Flurries of blows to tenuously prove that dialogue

rarely makes things right

Until this realisation dawns:

Talk it through, gain insight

Talk through! Talk it through, gain insight

A strong-arm is for bleak times

But talk it through, gain insight

So spare this rod and arise!