advice to a young woman

She wanted a swan in her chocolate necklace,
and leave it to me to tell her it couldn’t be done,
that swans, far more delicate than say scones
or a pudding spoon, would resist—

that while she might shoot for the moon
or for whatever’s past the moon and
that was a good thing, she wouldn’t hit
whatever she was aiming at

and furthermore that not hitting it
was part of the glory of wearing such a fancy
necklace to begin with, but I was wrong.
She found a swan and put it in, and it stayed there.