Look out for the booby trap in the box of sand;
Don’t pet the nice doggie where he sleeps,
He’ll very probably bite your hand:
This is a world where everyone plays for keeps.
Pay no heed to the man who suggests a ride,
Beware the night darkness of railroad yards;
Strange candy is always filled with cyanide:
This is a place where the players stack the cards.
Beware the loan outfit with money to lend,
And shun free books and records, however nice;
Avoid the salesman who calls you “My friend”:
These are the times when dealers load the dice.
Suspect the lease, the pact, the union head,
The welfare ad for the child who weeps,
Insurance that covers the quick and the dead:
This is a game that people play for keeps.