Butter Battle

The one brave Yook stood up on the wall 

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

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

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