Holding in his hand that destructive little ball
He stared at the Zook with the bomb in his hand
Then he looked out and across the desolate land
Not even the tiniest Yook could be found
For fear that these weapons might hit the ground
And thats when the Yook, grandson by his side
Listened to his conscience and swallowed his pride
He carefully, carefully put down the ball
Puffed up his chest and stood up real tall
He said "You're a Zook, you eat you're bread butter side down
But our differences don't mean I should destroy your town
But our differences don't mean I should destroy your town
Us Yooks and Zooks never quite got along
We always thought that the other was eating bread wrong
But as I look around I'm starting to see
This battle of ours is affecting more than just you and me
This is my grandson and when he is grown
I want him to choose how he eats his bread all on his own"
The Zook put down his Big-Boy Boomeroo
And said, "Yes, why in fact I have a grandson, too
And said, "Yes, why in fact I have a grandson, too
He's never known anything but butter-side down
And I think it's about time we turn this thing around"
Then the Zook and the Yook shook each others hand
And that is the day when bread decisions were banned
The Zooks and the Yooks, now they get along swell
And everyone present that day has a great story to tell
About how no two groups of people need any division
All they need is a chance to make their own decision
Neither butter-side down nor butter-side up is correct
Because in the end, it's all about respect
