(written by my mom 20 years ago so i wouldn't smoke, it
worked:))

hey, little girl,
hey, little boy
come on and try my brand of joy

what? did someone say i'd hurt u?
now, don't believe a word
come real close so u can see 
that's TOTALLY absurd

touch my body tenderly 
feel the firmness there
kiss me with your baby lips
and show me that u care
HUH! don't say that u don't like me
don't say i make u ill
keep trying to get used to me 
and very soon u will

shhhh, no don't tell mom about
we don't want her to know
she would never understand how u set me all aglo

there, now i've got u!
and i'll be your one true friend
isn't it so nice to know 
i'll be with u till the end?

now that u belong to me 
don't plan too far ahead
cuz if i have my way with u
you'll very soon be dead

oh! stop complaining of that cough
and that pain in your chest
and that u find your breath is short
and your health is not the best

u made your choice away back when
and now you're stuck with me
and u CAN"T quit anytime u want
just try and u will see

even now as u breath your last
and your lungs scream out for air
though u know that i am killing u
u still want me to be there

so! now your life is over
and it was really quite a joke
when i said i wouldn't hurt u
and convinced u, u should 
  SMOKE.

                    by Joan Kirby july 13 1987