As a mutual friend it was difficult to pretendnThat I was anything less than concernednnHearing of your troublesnHas forced me to doublenMy interest in your current affairsnnIt's no use despising a new unknown horizonnNow your son has set his sights on the moonnnSo precipitous a decision has clouded your visionnAnd altered the pitch of your tunennPlease don't turn a deaf ear to the noises you hearnWhile savagely your love you prunenFor he might replace the old with the moonnHe might replace the old with the moonnnIn March, April, May, and JunenJuly, August, September, soonnHe might replace the old with the moonnIt could be OctobernNovember, or even DecembernSo in January and February remembernnHe might replace the old with the moonnHe might replace the old quite soon