When I turned ten-times-three
Minus five-times-three,
I heard an old man say,
"Give cedis and pesewas and shillings
Away to pretty ladies
But never let your heart away."
But I was only ten-times-three
Minus five-times-three
"No use for such words"
I said and bounced along the freeway.
When I was ten-times-three
Minus five-times-three,
I heard him say again,
"Give pearls and even diamond away
But keep your fancy free
Because a heart is fragile and porous."
And I am three-and-twenty
And yes, it's true, oh yes, it's true.
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