Are smokers weak and immoral folk Who get through life with a constant choke Or are they victims of a widespread fear How they caught it, is a little unclear
The fear they caught is a dangerous one It'll kill them slowly, one by one Unless it is recognised for what it is And understood, then it will fizz
Fear is best not fought with fear Don't scare smokers, their lives are dear They unconsciously devoutly believe They must have nicotine or they bereave
This belief, although invalid Is so strong that they turn pallid If they discover no smokes are left The poor, poor smokers are quite bereft To turn this notion right way round Don't call these people foolish clowns We've all been frightened of nothing at all Remember the witch who lived down the hall
Remember before you could swim with ease You were scared quite witless, it was no breeze Or maybe you can't swim, it frightens you to death Although you know your bones aren't made of lead
Please reassure smokers, they live in fear If you're patient and kind you may one day hear I'm free at last from the nicotine spell My God, that was just like being in hell