Please, moderate your ardour
My dear traveller. It's insignificant that you
Was born as well-to-do or beggar
And your exterior is uniportant too.
In desert wanderer will find water
Or, possibly, the last refuge instead
Sunstroke, scorpions and quartan
And following mirage ahead.
Horizon's far and sea of sand is yellow
It strikes your turbid mind like tup
And if you have not got a fellow
Desert will bottom the exhausted up.
One day a laddie will find himself in world of adults
Unsure sands, venomous snakes in gapy breakes of skulls...