A Docile Lamb Among Roaring Lions

A docile lamb among roaring lions seems to be me; I resist to become one of them: look at crazy Jacob. he runs a mouth found in a public pub which is filthier than the mouth of Sam: ah, he's terribly unkind to costumers! If villains of all kinds menace the meek ones to adopt their awful ways: they'll fail to entrap me! A docile lamb among roaring lions seems to be me... I am contrary to their perception; threaten me, and I'll respond accordingly! If they sling stones, I'll shoot arrows: who's mightier than me? A docile lamb sleeping gives no warning signs, when anger suddenly strikes; jeering faces showing invincibility will freeze their frantic irony; no battle ground, so frightening, is ever won without a strategy: a steel armor can fend off enemies!