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In Other Words/Song of the Costofliving

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Song of the Costofliving

Taking it on percentage with Tennyson.
I come from hunger and from need:
I make a sudden sally;
I soar with an increasing speed;
I scamper up an alley.

Up, up I soar in eager flight
Beyond the wildest rumors,
Until I pass beyond the sight
Of ultimate consumers.

I chatter, chatter, as I fly,
Of ice and eggs and leather,
And what makes everything so high—
The middlemen? The weather?

Again I soar, and more and more,
Into the heights I cherish;
And chortle when a hundred score,
Who cannot see me, perish.

I rise, I soar, I dip, I fly—
Descend to earth? Nay, never!
For men may live and men may die,
But I go up forever.