Fences may restrict you br And those the Hunter has so much br Like prey you feel caged, that is true br And you just cannot bloom as such. br br The greens are open, so be free br The choices vast and exciting br Migrate to tales of ABC br There poetry does the undressing. br br We find it Home to have some lines br Drawn to say 'where we cross the street' br All ages read between the lines, br And this the Hunter fairly meets. br br Bloom and go where you want to br Never impose what you think br Rules are good and fences too, br These will not let our morals sink. br br br br br br br br br br br br 'Train up a child in the way he should go, br and when he is old, he will not depart from it.