Evil Harps

Your love for song is all over known, All fair boys lure you with the melody Of their ill-tuned harps, and tone Their ill-meant motives of the body With deceptive tunes that easily tempt. But I think there's much you can learn From the didactic lyrics of maturer harps That pipe the theme of beauty's sun That only rises because it intends to set. Some other harps do speak of the cruelty That cheeky girls inflict on besotted boys Who seek to give meaning to their bloom But instead play with them like toddling toys. Your untouched sun rises while mine sets And I do not intend to rewind the clocks To look behind where my shadow lies, And seduce my junior sister with lewd talks. A true sage I was born and I intend to remain The reliable harp that dispenses rare wisdom To young lasses who listen to the wrong harps, That they may use their love for song for great learning And like the back of their hands know song's evil traps.