I’m told that somewhere it rains,
Every day, filling drains…
And someone made clear
They don’t want me sharing their things.
Disconnects ‘tween brain and tongue,
Every so often they come…
Used to it he
Really should be,
Most often when approaching the young!
Regardless, for him don’t cry,
He makes it his business to try…
But letting guards down
Is often grounds,
For telling a fellow “BYE-BYE”!