With gifts, love, money, honey
And discover the secret
To living a life of plenty;
They earn a lot of dough,
Richest, noblest, kindest,
Happiest in the world;
They realise the Pitoudoux
Have left and have left
Behind a huge Cleft
Of hurt and pain
And they dance in the rain,
The children of God
Play in the snow.
Beautiful, noble, kind
And sweet, the children,
All mine taste wine and
Cake each day and exercise
And work and enjoy it as play
As all the secrets of magic
And love are revealed to
Them they become the noblest,
Knightiest winners of life.
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