Carry On Thus Till They Say You're Dead

Ah the numerous creeds up for sale,

Which their votaries so heartily hail,

Calling out loudly to every passerby,

'Come, please, give our brand a try'!

I walked past the stalls in a row,

But near none of them did I go.

I said to myself, 'Walk straight on,

It’s not for this that you were born.

For you, no such thing is allowed,

This to the universe you have vowed.

So, don’t stop here, move on ahead,

Carry on thus till they say you're dead.'

Walk on, Baby, Buying's Not For You!