I like children. If they’re properly cooked. – W. C. Fields
Lately, I hear myself telling little children, don't make the same mistakes I made like getting drunk and ordering more books from Amazon you could never pay for, let alone read.
Lately, I hear myself telling little children, maybe there's another option, like hollering and turn red or holding your breath until you go blue.
Lately, I hear myself telling little children, a number of species the old males will kill and eat the young if given the chance.
Lately, I hear myself telling little children someday you will grow up and have children of your own. Maybe then you'll understand.