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First Line: Financial troubles irk thee not
Last Line: Thou knowest just how soft thou hast it?
Alternate Author Name(s): F. P. A.
Subject(s): Poverty


FINANCIAL troubles irk thee not;
No servants test thy strong endurance;
No germs infest thy simple cot;
Thou hast no need for fire insurance.

How happy, Furius, is thy life
Shared with thine estimable Popper
And his—excuse me—wooden wife!
(I think those birds could lunch on copper!)

In utter health how happy thou,
Fearing nor fire nor indigestion!
No fall in stocks can blanch thy brow
Serene beyond all doubt or question.

Hay fever, rheumatiz, the grip,
Malaria, gout, and such diseases
Elude thy frugal guardianship—
Both when it's hot and when it freezes.

Cease then to pray the gods for wealth
Not worth the pains to have amassed it!
I wonder if, with naught but health
Thou knowest just how soft thou hast it?





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