  Don't make a trade with Trouble! He would buy you bargain cheap, And you'd have to pay a ransom That would climb up mighty steep! Don't sell yourself to Trouble, 'Cause he banters you each day! Out beyond the snows of labor Wait the blossomings of play! Don't make a trade with Trouble! Never stop to name a price; Tell him plain he'd better travel Without any more advice! Don't sell yourself to Trouble And the sorrows that he knows! |
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