“I’m very glad to be alive,”
A sturdy fellow said,
“Although ’tis true I seldom thrive
And I’m not often fed
On dainty dishes. Still, I get
A good substantial fare
And manage to keep out of debt
By taking proper care.
“This suit I have on isn’t what
You might consider fine,
But then that sort is never got
For seven ninety-nine.
And while my overcoat was bought
At least three years ago,
It keeps me warm when I am caught
Where winds of winter blow.
“All luxuries I rather think
I’ll ever be denied;
No costly wines are mine to drink,
I walk instead of ride.
But, nevertheless, as you’ll infer,
I’m far from being blue.
What’s that? A Merry Christmas, sir?
Why, thanks. The same to you!”