Better bred

By Katherine

I threw lilies for the priest to tread

He carried Jesus so the teacher said

Things aren’t what they seem the Father said

I love you but there is no place for bed

I know a gypsy boy is better bred

Close to that green nature we are glad

The flowers do not fret about their dress

Nor do they have sins which they confess

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