My father warned me. <br />Mother warned me. <br />My neighbor, Gilbert Jeffrey Swain, often warned me. <br />(Gilbert is fourteen and knows these things.) <br />'The brazier is hot, too hot to touch! <br />'Don't touch the brazier if'n you don't want to be burned! ' <br />And who wants to be burned? <br /> <br />My father was burned. <br />Mother was burned. <br />Gilbert Jeffrey Swain was burned six times. <br />(Gilbert has experience with these things.) <br />The brazier was hot, too hot to touch, <br />But I touched it anyway. <br />I touched it twice, and then a third time. <br /> <br />My father was right. <br />Mother was right. <br />Gilbert Jeffrey Swain was definitely right. <br />(Gilbert shared more details than did my father or mother.) <br />The brazier is hot, really, really hot. I'm telling you myself. <br />You shouldn't touch it if'n you don't want to be burned! <br />And who wants to be burned?<br /><br />Hm. Nes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-wants-to-be-burned/
