I've a
maxim that I learned in school so many years ago,
It's a good one and you should not pass it by;
It will no doubt benefit you and 'tis well that you should know,
It is John my boy don't fly your kite too high.
Don't fly your kite too
high my boy,
For sometime it must fall;
A passing cloud may wreck it child,
You'll lose the string and all.
How well I learn'd the
lesson that to me was often taught,
But not without experience as well;
I did speculate and money lose till poverty o'er fraught,
And on my ear that maxim clearly fell.
Don't fly your kite too
high my boy,
For sometime it must fall;
A passing cloud may wreck it child,
You'll lose the string and all.
Once more I gain'd a
foothold on the bus'ness life of men,
And I watch'd the changes ev'ry day might bring;
Till once again success was mine as once the case had been,
And then it was I sat me down to sing.
Don't fly your kite too
high my boy,
For sometime it must fall;
A passing cloud may wreck it child,
You'll lose the string and all. |
