If you began your childhood on third base,
Like me, and never had to work to bring wealth in,
And watched the fools and suckers take your place,
While you stayed home and lived a life of sin,
My friend, you’d know you’re better than the rest,
Plebeians whose folks wait at home with worry
In wartime. While you go to all the fetes,
They fight, suffer, and pro patria mori.