Oh golden head that lies upon the bed,
why worry so?
Mother and father make your world complete.
What makes you shed your tears upon the sheet?
O where will blame for all your woes be laid?
Surely for good of all the rules were made -
protecting children, everyone counts dear.
How, in this day and age, could you know fear?

But everything that e'er was meant to be
a guard upon your innocence and joys
was muddled up by meddlers who see
their twisted interests served through girls and boys.
All their deliberations serve you ill -
proclaimed by fools who rule in wigs and gowns.
Who will lay down their life for Jack and Jill?
Who will restore their games, and broken crowns?