WORRY NOT MY FRIEND

If tears could pay our debts. If with my tears I could buy you an indulgence from all pain , if  by weeping now I could do all your weeping for you, then I will cry until all tears are washed away.

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The codfish lays ten thousand eggs

The homely hen lays one

The codfish never cackles to tell of what she's done

And so we scorn the codfish

While the homely hen we prize

Which only goes to show you

That it pays to advertise