Do not bite the hands that feed

Be wary of your tongue.

The harshest noise,

The smallest whisper

Could send girls and boys

Scurrying.

We care and love you, my dear

So when we cry. you will.

We are the same. We are one,

Don't you know this?

Yet still

You bite at the hand that feeds

For you know why

The fox is cared for by the man

The dog for by the boy.

You know the place in the heart

Where this deed comes from.

For a mans heart is full of hate

And the child's a seed to be sowed.

They nurture

And care

And kill

And love.

They act as if they know our truths

But, my girl, if you bite the hand

That feeds you poison

And blood

Then you will become untamed

You will become

True.