Be careful where you tread

On a misty winter’s night

For stories tell of things we dread

But they may not be right

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Be careful where you tip-toe

On a morning kissed with spring

For you may see the unicorn

As she stops to breathe dew in

 

Be careful where you stand and sing

Should you do so near a mountain stream

For you may lose your heart my friend

To the mysteries of a dream

 

Deby Adair

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