The Happy Turk
Be happy at your work
Cried the sweaty Turk
Go out and chop wood
As hard as you know you should
Clean the grease off the docks
Darn and mend your socks.
Naughty Thought
Write down a thought
That my mind momentarily caught
About some dream thing I have sought
That with money I could have bought
Or made with knowlege, self taught
Things I like to do but shouldn't ought
It'll all come to naught
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