Don’t

Don’t b’lieve a pesky thing you hear,

     Don’t believe but hl you see;

Don’t plan ahead for morin a year,

     Don’t ask folks in to tea.

Don’t tread upon your neighbor’s toes,

     Don’t ask for any loan;

Don’t share too much in people’s woes,

     Don’t let them share your own.

Don’t slap a fellow on his back

     When you intend his face;

Don’t ever b’lieve that white is black,

     Don’t bet on any race.

Don’t tell a lie whate’er it o’er,

     Don’t if you know you’ll bust;

You’ll have to tell a dozen more

     To cover up the fust.

Don’t think that all but you are fools,

     Don’t rake your neighbors so;

Don’t fail to carry back the tools

     You borrowed long ago.

Don’t try to cheat your editor,

     Don’t multiply his trials;

And that great goal you’re seeking for

     Will welcome you with smiles.

Feb. 10, ‘92

Pub. in Conn

Valley Ad.