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.