Two little children, Lori and Lance
Wanted to make a trip to France
Asked their mom and she said no
They didn't listen, were bound to go
Off they went in a hot air balloon
Whistling a happy little tune
Over the land, across the sea
Lived on crumpets, scones and tea
Until the Eiffel there did loom
That is where they met their doom
So heed my words and listen well
There is a moral to this sad tale
If a bad end you don't want to meet
Then these words you must repeat
"If to my mother's words I'll heed
In all things of life I shall succeed"
May 1, 2004
Poetry © Jan Haile Clark
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