Take heed, yon listener, and hear me tell
Tread lightly! Should you meet maiden fair,
With axes keen and all too armored well.
Trust me, my friend, on seeing her beware!
Mind not her salted bark;
It is her steely bite to fear.
For approach her on the wrong lark,
And you'll be grinning ear to ear.
Her brash exterior, do not ignore;
For there is nothing worse!
She'll take a swing, and then two more
And add to heavy purse.
What purpose could all that gold leave,
If not to tempt such wouldbe thieves?