GATHER YE ROSEBUDS, OR NUTS, OR SOMETHING . . .

Make a lot,
Forsake a lot,
Pretend, and push, and fake a lot,
Cheat a lot,
Bleat a lot,
And act the boor;
Jeer a lot,
Sneer a lot,
Consider your career a lot,
And laddio,
Daddio,
You won't die poor.

But lend a bit,
Unbend a bit,
And never fear to spend a bit,
Booze a bit,
Lose a bit,
And never bitch;
Just frown a bit,
Then clown a bit,
And go out on the town a bit,
And laddio,
Daddio,
You won't die rich.

But when you're in that six-by-two,
That all-too-common rendezvous,
Then laddio,
Daddio,
The things you used to do,
Laddio,
Daddio,
Will all be one to you.

W. G. S. March 1968

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