Cupid's
daughter, heed this warning,
Take not Mud Man for bed-warming.
He
will please thee greatly, this is true,
But then in Thrall he'll
hold you.
Keep thy magic, but take mortal name,
And bear his
children with great pain.
In his power thee'll be found,
Till
he lies beneath the ground.
To thy father's house return,
Forever
for his touch to burn
You will never love again, my love,
Only
Mud children you will have.
Always will you bear his name,
Never
to forget the shame.
Share this with your daughters, please
And hope this ne'er come to
be.