How to best rob
Good wealthy men
Of all that they own
This trickster with a grin
Put a hat upon his head
It was an odd sort of cap
Looking completely outrageous
He then went across the land
Proclaiming brassly, "HO,
I am a distant scholar man
Come learn from me"
Those who saw this trickster
With strange hat upon his head
Thought that surely this man
Must know a thing or two
But the trickster told them
"Halt, for I am poor,
A scholar cannot teach
Without a meal in his belly"
The trickster was fed and watered
to his hearts desire
But as soon as he was finished
There was more that he hungered for
"A scholar cannot teach upon the dirt"
He said between devouring meals
"I need a proper castle
To illustrate my teachings"
The trickster gained a beautiful hold
But he was not satisfied
This trickster found another ploy
to help him reach his quarry
He showed the people
His tattered old hat
And said, quite lamely, to the people
"I need some money for that"
So every time they walked the hearth
Of the tricksters castle
They paid him one golden coin
For the pleasure of his company
This went on for many years
With the trickster saying no
He could not teach
"Not in these conditions"
Until this thief
This vagabond
This man of ill moral
Had plundered half the earth
And then this plunderer
Had the nerve
To put his head upon his bed
And promptly lay down and die
He left with a lifetime of gold
All buried in the walls
And every piece was hidden away
Gone too far to find
This scholar said he knew the truth
and that was indeed was right
For you can tell any lie
and people will think it's true.
Pay your gold
and waste your life
Be the tricksters guest
Just remember this
Better be a heedless fool
Living his own way
Then pay to waste your life away
and die a heedless fool anyway.
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