#byzantine-poetry

#byzantine-poetry

Ever since I was a young boy my father used to tell me, Learn your letters, my boy, and there'll be no one like you; My boy, see Mr so-and-so? He used to go on foot, He now rides a fat mule with double leather straps; While he was learning he had no shoes, But now you see him in his windlepockers... So learn your letters, take heed of the word of your old father, and there'll be no one like you!