The Tender Flowers of Spring

The Tender Flowers of Spring

Crush not the tender, new flowers of Spring,
nor prevent the pretty young larks to sing.
Lift up thine evil and treacherous heart to repent,
for the wrong that thou hast horribly and sadly rent.

For surely you should know, there shall come a day,
when thy soul and thy evil deeds, shalt be made to repay.
Thine wicked heart, of stone now, shall be laid bare.
All shall see the harm thou hast done without a care.

An aa/bb rhyme about child abuse.