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In Whole Foods Stores the poppies show,
On clerks' lapels - a big no-no!
"It's not your place," the Bosses say, but up on high,
Queen's Park is bravely asking "WHY?"
The Feds reply, "Bravo! Bravo!"

Honour the dead, for years ago,
They lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved and now they lie
In Flanders Fields.

You took up your quarrel with the foe
(Who hoped their profits still would grow)
Now you can hold your heads up high.

If ye break faith with those who die,
You'll lose much sleep while poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.