Naughts are Nothings till our Pens
Put in Strokes and make them Tens.

Ability will see the Chance and snatch it.
Who has a match will find a Place to scratch it.

“S AID ” a Stride ahead may run
If close behind him pressed “Done.”

L ET me do Something; this I chiefly ask;
For doing Nothing is the Harder Task.

W HO does one useful Thing you cannot do,
For that alone deserves Respect from you.