Look in the mirror and tell me what you see,
See that you should create another,
How could you not pass on your beauty,
Make someone a joyful mother,
If you don't pass on your traits,
Or don't marry at a steaple,
Without your beauty, that the world awaits,
What would become of our people?
You have the beauty of you mother, and she has yours,
She remembers the time when she was fair,
Before age closed her open doors,
So make quick with it, before you flair.
    But if you remember not to be without child,
    You can live your life, a little wild.