Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock-knock - 'Who's there?'
It's a stranger, better beware
A single, couple, plain, but odd
I do not wish to change my God
Don't get me started, not today
Although in debates I'm hearty
I don't want to change, with strangers
My secret vote for my party
I won't tell if I like vegans
Or choose kosher or halal meat
I don't want to buy fruit or fish,
Or to reveal which food I eat
I am not keen on trick or treat
Please don't knock on the locked front door
Then run away, it makes your day
Yes, it's fun, 'til you see a gun
In Singapore it is not allowed
To go around knocking on doors
Laws scared me, my first year out there
Thirty years on, I give applause.
-ends-
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