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? |