Pass That Peace Pipe

a medicine man i met
said don't get yourself in a sweat.
when things look gray,
just shrug and say:
"it musta been somethin' i et!"
"so don't get yourself in a snit, " he said,
"tuck your tantrums into your kit instead.
"it's disarming to be charming,"
quoth the medicine man,
whom all agree it's plain to see
nobody could be wiser than.
so if your temper's getting a top hand,
all you have to do is just stop and
pass that peace pipe and bury that hatchet
like the choctaws, chickasaws,
chattahoochees, chippewas do.
if you're feeling mad as a wet hen,
mad as you can possibly get, then
pass that peace pipe, bury that tomahawk
like those chichamecks, cherokees,
chapultepecs do.
that cold shoulder never solved a single complaint.
when you're older, you'll wipe off all of that war
paint.
if you find yourself in a fury,
be your own judge and your own jury.
pass that peace pipe and bury that hatchet
like the choctaws, chickasaws,
chattahoochees, chippewas do.
if you want to hover out west, too,
you will soon discover it's best to
pass that peace pipe and bury that hatchet
like the choktohs, changos,
chattanoogas, cheekarohs do.
even in colonial days, you
know the ceremonial ways to
pass that peace pipe and bury that tomahawk
like those chakootamees, chepacheps
'n' chicopees, too.
pull your ears in, try to use a little control.
when "all clear"'s in, you'll be top man on the totem
pole.
so, if you wanna be an all-right guy --
not a long face, blues-in-the-night guy --
write that apology and dispatch it!
when you quarrel, it's grand to patch it!
pass that peace pipe and bury that hatchet
like those choctaws, chickasaws,
chattahoochees, chippewas
and those chichamecks, cherokees,
chapultepecs
and those chakootamees, chepacheps
'n' chicopees, choktohs, changos,
chattanoogas, cheekarohs do-o-o-o