Judge, Jury…Hangman
Wanting to protect our loved ones
Is not anything new
But how do we go about it
What exactly should we do?
A legal eagle has a thought
How to keep his family from harm
Exercise his second amendment right
The right to bear arms
Some on the team think it's mental
He's delusional, paranoid and sick
But House soon knows that fear of inoculations
Is what really makes him tick
The jury is out on whether he'll get
Whatever shots he'll need in his life
But the verdict is clear: when it comes to family
He needs to be honest with himself and his wife
House has been busy meanwhile
With more than the patient at hand
Wilson thinks House is hiding a gun
And he's willing to take a stand
That he's smarter, more devious
Sneakier, he swears, than his friend
Wilson pulls all sorts of tricks
But as usual House wins in the end
He acts as hangman and nets
Wilson as his prize
House got locked in the bathroom
But he didn't get caught with his lies
There were two weapons that we were shown
One a sword, one a gun
We saw the name 'John House'
A memory from father to son
They sit hidden inside a closet
Tucked away on a high shelf
Just as House keeps old hurt and pains
Hidden deep within himself