The fool with the oil lamp
Walked down the dreary road.
The flame flickered with the wind
The fuel dripping as he strode
The people still filled his lamp
From every bottle oil flowed.
Yet the fool wasted every drop
And soon the bottles were gone,
The fool\'s flame still was blazing
And glowed all night into dawn.
And when the fool dropped the lamp,
Onto the damp and rocky road,
The flame did stop it\'s burning,
And spilled the oil the fool was owed.