When Willie gets a penny piece Straight to the lollie-shop he flies, And, heartened by his wealth's increase, Reviews the stock with bulging eyes. And so it is thro' all our lives, Till d**h declares the tale complete; Man ever toils and yearns and strives With eyes on something good to eat. With little child or stout M.P. Old Nature varies not her plan; When either has the £.s.d. His thoughts fly to the inner man.