Sunday night, Mr Farmer called, said:
"Listen son, you're wasting your time; there's a future for you
In the fire escape trade. Come up to town!"
But I remembered a voice from the past;
"Gambling only plays when you're winning"
I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure.
Keep them moving blades sharp.
I know what I like, and I like what I know;
Getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench,
I can always hear them talk.
Me, I'm just a lawnmower you can tell me by the way I walk.
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