Beware the sleepy, slightly moth
that flits about the brain,
for when it wakes,
it takes and takes
and will not rest for gain.

Beware the dozey, dreamy drop
that gleams when set aglow,
for once it's bright,
it bites and bites
and will not stop or slow.

Beware the frowsy, foamy gloss
that creeps across the eye,
for fast it feigns;
it drains and drains
and will not tell the lie

Beware the plumy, pretty thought
that enters soft the heart,
for deep it goes;
it flows and flows
but will not suit the art