John Brown Lives by john clare

My best friend now he is a zealot
Everywhere we go, he has to yell it!
Now how he is friends with me
So shy and timid is a mystery.
One time we knocked on this door
And he began his familiar roar.
I just cowered there and cringed
On this stranger we had just infringed.
He told me, you gotta be on fire,
Your the last gap between hell fire!
Next door I will try and show more zeal,
So next door opened and I began to squeal.
He said, brother! that was mighty fine!
Shuck that corn for the swine!
Somehow I just don't feel so swell
About us saving all these swine from hell.
But I don't dare tell my zealot friend
He'd shuck, skin and send my sorry hide to #@#!