Silence Is The Best Option

He is a big fellow who shouts in my ear But 'tis not him I do fear but the fear Of injury he might inflict on me too often the brave Do end up sad to say in a premature grave At times discretion is the better sign of valour as some Are known to say And in the face of danger a shut mouth might pay And discretion in his case does surely apply But why is he so angry with me I do wonder why? Perhaps I remind him of someone he know A person that he looks upon as a foe A big ugly fellow with a gap in his front teeth On our journey through life people like him we meet For some reason he does not like the look of me Silence is the best option for one such as he.