I work in dark factories --- a cog in the big wheel Driving grey satanic mills and weaving sad stories. And faceless masters --- oh, they pay me plenty --- Crumbs from their luncheon packs, harsh wine from Bottles halk empty.
A stitch in time saves nine. Said cock robin from the wall. It's an early bird catches the worm. Show a little pride before you fall. So I flew to the south sun with birds of a feather To drink in the warm nights and tell of fine weather. A stitch in time saves nine.
Listen all you young folk --- your lives on a timetable Clocking on twenty-one --- fly while you're able. A stitch in time saves nine.
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