Hey hey,
be careful
my dear
watch your step
when I'm near
I'm a string
tightly strung,
when you're here
I might spring
pick up pace,
and then swing
when I sting,
I might stun
but relax,
do not run
hold your face
to the sun,
don't you know
we will both
come undone,
both be going
and gone,
in the flickering,
sweet,
flip of a tongue.