Learn or Burn

Go away from the light, little Miller!
    ‘Twill singe your beautiful wings;
I know it is bright, a glorious sight,
But it isn’t quite right, little Miller,
    To play with so dangerous things!

You must look & not touch, little Miller!
    You do n’t see the careful old birds
Get a scharch or a smutch, by driving at such,
The peril’s too much, little Miller,
Ah, Pretty! beware of my words!

You’ve lost your Momma, little Miller
    She went in a terrible fire!
She thought it a star with its portals ajar,
But it was n’t so far! Little Miller;
    With pity I saw her expire!

Unheeded advice, little Miller,
    No fire withered wing will return
Fair warning’s not twice overlooked by the wise,
You’ve paid your own price, little Miller,
    To learn that a fire will burn!