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I

Oh, Boy! — to quote a slangy line —
This war-stock thing is wrong.
No Persian Copper shares for mine —
They cramp a poet's song.

The market I shall never dent
With International Tree.
I'll take my little four per cent. —
The savings bank for me.

II

For me no high-powered touring car, no lacquered limousine;
No Persian carburetor, and no perfumed gasolene;
As my chauffeur I know you hate unneceessary fuss —
A little flivver runabout is good enough for us.
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