A tongue can accuse and carry bad news
The seeds of distrust, it will sow
But unless you've made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw.
(spoken)
a neighbor was passing my garden one time
That it was gossip, not flowers, she had on her mind And this is what I heard my neighbor say:
that girl down the street should be run from our midst
She knows not to speak to my child or to me. My neighbor then smiled and I thought:
(spoken)
A car speeded by and the screamin' of brakes
A sound that made my blood chill
For my neighbor's one child had been pulled from the path
And saved by a girl lying still.
The child was unhurt and my neighbor cried out:
Oh! who was that brave girl so sweet?
I covered the crushed, broken body and said:
The bad girl who lived down the street.

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