Thou foolish tongue
What hast thou done
Thou are small
But mightier than some great and tall
Thou hast lit many a fire
Because of which some do call me a liar
I confess I am but I mean not to
For nothing good does come when I do.
Though in the moment I forget
And now, oh, how I do regret!
The foul words I did utter
They do slip out like butter
“Hasten hither” I do mutter
But it is in vain to call them back
And wish that I had not lacked
In the giving of slack
to the brother that did stutter.
So take heed
least you indeed
Fall into the same trouble
In not being humble.