Ah, There Are No Children Nowadays.

When There Is Enough To Eat For Eight, There Is Plenty For Ten.

And With His Arms Crossed He Looks Pityingly Down From His Spiritual Height On Everything That Anyone Says.

Gold Is The Key, Whatever Else We Try; And That Sweet Metal Aids The Conqueror In Every Case, In Love As Well As War.

That Must Be Fine, For I Don't Understand A Word.

Sharing With Jupiter Is Never A Dishonor.