I have a scale and ruler
to weigh and measure,
what is right,
and when to condemn,
them and others and their kind,
my scruples are fed by beliefs
handed down by elders of the clan,
it's not bias, I just know they are better
such knowing makes me secure
and sure, of my way of thinking
my scruples are of the finest kind
gold, red amd true blue
moral and ethical, with God on my side
have guided us with peace
and harmony, through out the ages
with scruples like mine there is
no war and bloodshed nor crime
it's scruples like yours
cause trouble and pain
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