MOTHER'S COUNSEL
Mother speaks a language That all her children be loving. Her wording by every utterance Is staunch in every stance, Coated in perfect warmth For her children - especially The Flints - to live in serene. Sensors plays a tune For the wise to dance along - true Listening to the elderly is well : Most especially the (dying) mothers ; For their warning is a stem, For climbing unto life. Forfeiting them is a bile That poisons your tree. The wise heed to warning The foolish is to his whims. He that's wise let 'm listen to counsel.