In a wild and greedy grabbing for the starved and shrunken purse;
And you curse, curse, curse,
Sinking sure from bad to worse,
Till a resolute endeavour
Cries, “Now—now flit, or never,
And renounce the unequal fight!”
Oh, the bills, bills, bills—
They are bitter, bitter pills
To digest.
Smiling ghosts of pleasures flown,