Less passes, less feeding, for success is a section,
Food of the impostors is lacking, forming a pet of thought,
The success of a nation is a pet of thought,
Philharmonic populations are thinking.
Then they ascend the ladder of historic buildings,
Gurgling their drink to shout and stamp,
Like slovenly hated beings, with manners lacking,
Hide their untidy ideas from the public.
They pervade the honest ones,
The seat is taken by the young,
Which way is the gypsy?
Why does the gypsy pass with success with us?