has a spiky thorn
that’ll jab you
even shorn
so, beware child
beware
of sweet perfume
in the air

Every sky
has a rainy cloud
cloaking you in a gray shroud
so, beware child
beware
of cotton candy
high up there

Every ocean
has a rip
that’ll drag you
from shore
a trip that’ll **** you up
spit you out as an apple core
so, beware child
beware
of a watery
dancing flare

Every viper
has fangs
laying still
as parted bangs
so, beware child
beware
don’t trap yourself
in his snare