To
My Son
John,
you’ll
learn by
the age of
four
To name yellow, blue and green
You will have some yellow dice
Yellow like grapefruits
You’ll
see yellow
butter-cups
Poets need them badly
You will have some yellow dice
Yellow like grapefruits
Maybe
I should
paint your
small dice
Sulphur yellow true
I don’t know if that’s the same hue
They call London fog
You
will love
Post Office
red
Believe me that’s for sure
You’ll use mother’s red lipstick
Believe me that’s for sure
And
some day
they’re
gonna send
you
To a red-brick school
Maybe when they think you’re ready
You will act like a fool
John,
you’ll
learn by
the age of
four ...
Beware
of the teacher
Beware of your mother
Beware of the priest
Beware of your father
Beware of the boss
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