---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Anonymous
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 3
number: 1
published: 1899-11
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Anonymous, "Don’t Send My Boy Where Your Girl Can’t Go, a Poem," *Improvement Era* 3, no. 1 (November 1899): 26.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera31unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera31unse
start_page: 26
end_page: 26
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1899-11)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera31unse
  publication_year: 1899
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1899, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Don’t Send My Boy Where Your Girl Can’t Go, a Poem

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DON'T SEND MY BOY WHERE YOUR GIRL CAN'T GO.

                   Don't send my boy where your girl can't go.
                   And say, "There's no danger for boys, you know,
                   Because they all have their wild oats to sow."
                   There is no more excuse for my boy to be low
                   Than your girl.   Then please do not tell him so.
                   This world's old lie is a boy's worst foe
                   To hell or the kingdom they each must go.

                   Don't send my boy where your girl can't go;
                   For a boy or a girl sin is sin you know;
                   And my baby boy's hands are as clean and white,
                   And his heart is as pure as your girl's tonight.
                   That which sends a girl to the pits of hell
                   Will send the soul of my boy there as well.
                                                                    Anon.