She Will Be Caught

How he wishes she is caught

So a lesson she is taught

To frolic and gay

With many to play

Is not the way

Is not his style

So fake her smile

She gives away

So fake her style

He runs a mile

She will be caught

For her to be taught

A lesson so hard

For her to be barred

The battles she fought

With hearts she bought

With monies they spray

On her dinner tray

That will not last

Will wither so fast

And nothing will stay

From her circles of prey

Her future she sealed

Because of her past

Mounting her sleigh

From the stones they cast

She runs away

The End

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