Shake your little 'jungle' heart!
It's soon to meet a cage.
Wilding through the lands
Is far improper for your age.
One of your nobility
Should not fall for a louse.
Will you eat his pretty words;
Is his heart to be your house? !
And what of child- My dear!
You know our needs: a rightful heir.
This hearty poet will not do.
My God, find me some air...
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For mother.
Kyle Hamp
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/girl-meats-poet/
