The Survivor

Beauty will crumble with tasking, Love rarely lasts for a year, Virtue is sold for the asking, Bravery fades before fear.

Youth never lives till the morrow, One thing of all is alive, Joy cannot quench it, or sorrow, Folly alone shall survive.

Folly, from cradle to burning, Toys for the great and the small, None shall escape her by learning-- Folly has rattles for all!