As a Man Thinketh,

He's liable to tell,

But, as for a woman 'ne'er do well'

Like me,

Far be it that I should dare

Share my philosophy.

For would I ever lead you wrong,

Sing you a song of how I became successful,

When all I have is this bushel basketful of blueberries,

And I'm

About to get screwed out of them?

But maybe the world should stop

And heed at least a few of the things

The old wives said, in lieu of

All that lofty philosophical jargon.

Could we be satisfied with a bargain 

At the five and dime,

And be willing to make

That stitch that saves nine?

The greater part of valor is discretion,

And words don't speak louder

Than actions,

And a lot of good could come

From not throwing all these stones

Around all these glass houses.

-jenn