When Willie gets a penny piece Straight to the lollie-shop he flies, And, heartened by his wealth`s increase, Reviews the stock with bulging eyes. And so it is thro` all our lives, Till Death declares the tale complete; Man ever toils and yearns and strives With eyes on something good to eat. With little child or stout M.P. Old Nature varies not her plan; When either has the £.s.d. His thoughts fly to the inner man.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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