Any Fool Can Waste, Any Fool Can

It Thrilled Through Him When He First Felt The Keel Answer To His Hand On The Spokes And Slide Over The Long Hollows As The Foresail Scythed Back And Forth Against The Blue Sky.

Beware Of Overconcern For Money, Or Position, Or Glory. Someday You Will Meet A Man Who Cares For None Of These Things. Then You Will Know How Poor You Are.

The Beasts Are Very Wise, Their Mouths Are Clean Of Lies, They Talk One To The Other, Bullock To Bullock Brothers Resting After Their Labors, Each In Stall With His Neighbors, But Man With Goad And Whip, Breaks Up Their Fellowship, Shouts In Their Silky Ears Filling Their Soul With Fears. When He Has Plowed The Land, He Says: "they Understand." But The Beasts In Stall Together, Freed From The Yoke And Tether, Say As The Torn Flank Smoke: "nay, 'twas The Whip That Spoke."

For It's "guns This" And "guns That," And "chuck 'em Out, The Brutes," But They're The "savior Of Our Loved Ones" When The Thugs Begin To Loot.

Follow The Dream, And Always The Dream, And Only The Dream.