Be Careful Child Before You Fall Poem by Mark Heathcote

Be careful child before you fall
Those tree limbs that you're perched-on
Be not very strong, not very strong-at-all.
And if, if you fall, and if you fall
My love will hardly break that fall.

Entwine in several kinds of ivy
Death, he still might find you.

Be careful child before you play with swords,
With Bows - cause that lion is no cat, and
His paws are heavy, sharp with ripping claws
That cat can kill at will
If you don't now lie deathly, still.

Entwine in several kinds of ivy
Death, he still might find you.

Be careful child don't steal that fruit
Because a man here is about to shoot
His aim is sharp
And he loves to see roses bleeding on
There are thorns without their blossom crowns.

Entwine in several kinds of ivy
Death, he still might find you.

Be careful child there are dragons all around you
Their scaly skin is some mystic lore, and
They're slating every homestead and more
Their talons are or can be a painted whore
Oh, darling aren't you small?

Entwine in several kinds of ivy
Death, he still might find you.
But not if you love your dear mother at all
But not if you love your dear mother at all
But not if you love your dear mother at all
Oh, darling aren't you small?