You the one that boasts the most a coward hiding behind words
Masquerading and parading your misinformed self worth your ego always displaying
To show yourself you’re in your cups fortified by yellow liquid courage
Like the crow that cocks in early morn your gloating so annoying
Be quiet fool the quiet one rules and has the goods of proof and truth
A Queendom won a newborn son a life of servitude
This Queen not mean but wise in Him the One true loving ruler
Priorities straight I stand and await his charge for my consuming
For it is not my will be done but His for I am not worthy
So to boast the most would insult my Father Ghost a waste of time displaying
But I shall boast in Him this time the piper I must pay
Stop your swagger you who blather, get off the pot your refuse is staid
