Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922.
Marys Son
1911
I
And how they will clothe and feed you,
Willie, my son, don’t you go on the Sea,
For the Sea will never need you.
And argue with people about you,
Willie, my son, don’t you go on the Land,
For the Land will do better without you.
And to boast what your labour is worth, dear,
Angels may come for you, Willie, my son,
But you’ll never be wanted on Earth, dear!