Oh I am neither rich nor poor, No worker I dispoil; Yet I am glad to be secure From servitude and toil. For with my lifelong savings I Have bought annuity; And so unto the day I die I'll have my toast and tea.
When on the hob the kettle sings I'll make an amber brew, And crunch my toast and think of things I do not have to do. In dressing-gown and deep arm-chair I'll give the fire a poke; Then worlds away from cark and care I'll smoke and smoke and smoke.
For I believe the very best Of Being is the last; And I will crown with silver zest My patience in the past. Since compensation is the law Of life it's up to me To round the century and draw My Life Annuity.
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