To be in constant danger
The likely victim of hunger
Oh how I fear
For my dear.
Ten may become nine
The hunger may be benign
Their safety a concern
A solution I cannot discern.
Gloves should do
Even if temptation grew
Hidden from sight
They are free from bite.
Keep forever mindful
Your fingers are wonderful
The hand is precious
Even in hunger, be gracious.
Oh how I fear
For my dear
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