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He could win her trust, He could fool her man, He could hide his lust In the back of his van. Be it daughter of a friend, Be it wife of a Mayor, Be it women without end, Oh he talked so fair. And he was a nice man, Yes he was a nice man, As so many have said But a lad with rough mentors is a lad cast adrift. With no wise mentors, what hopes the lad got In a driftwood sea round the wreck of his ship? A wise mentor’s a rope that can pull him from the rocks A wise mentor can save such a lad from such rocks 86