Pretty Girls
When you catch sight of a girl
with earrings of pearl
and hair braided up in a heap
you’ll think what a goddess
and hope she’s not modest
because how you like what you see.
But when this thought comes
I caution you sons
don’t be too quick to agree.
For when a girl like this screeches
to your horror she teaches
that beauty so quickly can flee.
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