There are those who have all the words-

More than they need each day.

But some of us more lowly sons

Must work for what we say.

For empty thoughts are sold and bought

Like rich men’s luxuries,

Then said aloud and heaved around

As ships on waves at sea.

A little thrift won’t deaden tongues,

But wastefulness just might.

The thirsty man has leaks galore;