Never compare
Yourself and your welfare
To someone wealthy
And probably healthy
Who has brains
And minds
And to this who live
In great gift
Because they all have started from small
To a big ball
Practice, practice, practice
That's the lattice
Whom shall never brattice
Then there,
There's a perfect heir
Who you can call brightness.
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