Oy you, why you scamper
From one bosom to the other,
Seeking refuge not in one place
Travelling, leaving but an infinitesimal trace.
Stay you must behind the ribs
Where you grew, learnt how to love
More importantly, how many to love
But you misbehave, mess with the laws
Mend your ways, do mend your ways
And if you can't, let final be these days,
Leave, permanently leave
Go become a felon, no more a vagabond
Vacate this body, share with it no bond
Sans you, stripped of you, must the breast bereave...