Bob Briggs went in for Government,
 And helps to run the State;
Some day they say he'll represent
 His party in debate:
But with punk politics his job,
 I do not envy Bob.
 
Jim Jones went in for writing books,
 Best sellers were his aim;
He's ten years younger than he looks,
 And licks the heels of Fame:
Though shop-girls make a fuss of him
 I do not envy Jim.

Joe Giles went in for grabbing gold,
 And grovelled in the dirt;
He, too, looks prematurely old,
 His gastric ulcers hurt:
Although he has a heap of dough.
 I do not envy Joe.

I've neither fame nor power nor wealth,
 I fish and hunt for food;
But I have heaps of rugged health,
 And life seems mighty good.
So when my class-mates come to spend
 A week-end in my shack,
With lake and wood at journey's end
 --They envy Jack.