Classic Poem

We have great gain, with little pain,
And lightly spend it too:
We do not toil, nor yet we moil,
As other poor folks do.
We are winners all three,
And so will we be,
Wherever that we come a:
For we know how,
To bend and bow,
And what is to be done a.

To kneel and crouch, to fill the pouch,
We are full glad and fain:
We ever still, even at our will,
Are getters of great gain.
We are winners etc.

It is our will, to poll and pill,
All such as do us trust:
We bear in hand, good friends to stand,
Though we be most unjust.
We be winners etc.

Full far abouts, we know the routes
Of them that riches had:
Whom through deceit, as fish to bait,
We made their thrift forth gad.
We are winners etc.