Youíve heard of Alexander, an ambitious sort of bird;
Napoleon and Carnegie were the same
Throughout the course of history the chosen few are stirred
By the urge to make a future or a name
But none who has aspired to fame or pelf
Has burned with more ambition than myself.
I remember as an infant, I made up my mind one day
To stuff within my mouth my little tie,
And although the effort cost me almost more than I can say
I finally persuaded it to go,
For my will is
so exceptionally strong
That nothing can hold out against if long!
At school, I pitied all the other lads who seemed content
To play about regardless of their fate,
For I was more ambitious -
all my energies were bent
On growing up and reaching manís estate.
Still round that school the heedless urchins play
While I have grown not only up but grey.
In youth, I vowed Iíd prosper (for my dear old motherís
So, courageously, I laid
my plans ahead
And in order to be certain that my fortune I would make
An heiress, I decided, I would wed.
If just one wealthy heiress had agreed
I should doubtless have grown very rich indeed!
But wisdom comes with age, and in the end I came to feel
That happiness alone is worth a jot,
So I took up photography with all my wonted zeal
And gave it simply everything Iíd got.
Though harder up than ever I confess,
Iím happy now.
So isnít that success?
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