A mind is such a useful thing—once one acquires the habit
Moreover, once started it’s hard to stop
It’s not like those 45-records, to be offloaded in a specialist shop
Nor like those electronic cassettes consigned to the bin
When the indestructible CDs came in.
A mind’s more like a . . . like a pet—it’s not a toy to be put away
More, something to treasure every day
It severely stumps us when it goes missing
Hey! all you out there, are you listening?
So take care of your mind and don’t go losing it
Over some fancy Tom, Dick or Harry
(or Annie, Suzie or Sally)
That’s the advice from this Old Side.