InventoryFour be the things I am wiser to knowIdleness sorrow a friend and a foe.Four be the things Id been better withoutLove curiosity freckles and doubt.Three be the things I shall never attainEnvy content and sufficient champagne.Three be the things I shall have till I dieLaughter and hope and a sock in the eye.

In youth it was a way I hadTo do my best to please.And change with every passing ladTo suit his theories.But now I know the things I knowAnd do the things I doAnd if you do not like me soTo hell my love with you.