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He finds himself done in a pretty hot stew— He has sawed himself off of a limb.
It pays to be honest, and active, and true; To pay unto Caesar whatever's his due; And always on honor to tighten your clew, Then do what you do with a vim.
But if ever you make with your good name a
slip; On every-day decency let go your grip, You'll find yourself flat on the devil's black hip—
You have sawed yourself off of a limb.
The man who is healthy and wealthy, if wise, Will never the poor and the humble despise; For his money might feather, take wings and arise,
And drop him to earth with a bim !
And then when he feels of his bruises and breaks And thinks of the number and sort of mistakes A fool with a pile that's too big for him makes, He knows he's sawed off of a limb.
Be true to yourself, and as certain as fate, You'll always be going a good winning gait, And blessings will fall on your frosty old pate When age makes your peepers grow dim.
And then at the end of your life's little span You'll smile at the way things promise to pan, And die a contented and happy old man,
Who was never sawed off of a limb. |
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