Spare not The Rod

“Spare not the rod”

Walking to a city on a hill Praising the lord as he always will But as Elisha reached the top The shouts of children made him stop As they mocked the lack of hair on top “Bald Head” “Bald Head” they cried Malice in their little eyes A lesson needed to be learned Due to disrespect unearned A prayer to the lord cursed the rebels He sent a beast like jezebel Two giant momma bears emerged Forty two young boys they caught Mauling them without a thought The other, they ran and fled Never forgetting his bald head Unjust ridicule now corrected The lords prophet always protected The wrath of the Lord on full display About His word He does not play