To a Bright Boy

I trust my counsel you will heed—
You're almost too quick witted;
Your brain is like a fiery steed
That needs to be well bitted
Don't treat it like a wooden toy
A child may safely play with;
You'd better hold it tight, my boy,
Or you'll be run away with!
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