A fellow in a market town, Most musical, cried razors up and down.
A fellow in a market town, Most musical, cried razors up and down.
No, let the monarch's bags and others hold The flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.
Every gift, though it be small, is in reality great if given with affection.
Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, And every grin so merry draws one out.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories