Dorothy Parker
For A Favorite Granddaughter
Never love a simple lad
Guard against a wise
Shun a timid youth and sad
Hide from haunted eyes

Never hold your heart in pain
For an evil-doer
Never flip it down the lane
To a gifted wooer

Never love a loving son
Nor a sheep astray
Gather up your skirts and run
From a tender way

Never give away a tear
Never toss a pine
Should you heed my words, my dear
You're no blood of mine!