A Stitch in Time

I work in dark factories --- a cog in the big wheel driving grey satanic mills and weaving sad stories.
And faceless masters --- oh, they pay me plenty --- crumbs from their luncheon packs, harsh wine from bottles halk empty.

A stitch in time saves nine.
Said Cock Robin from the wall.
It's an early bird catches the worm.
Show a little pride before you fall.
So I flew to the south sun with birds of a feather
To drink in the warm nights and tell of fine weather.
A stitch in time saves nine.

Listen all you young folk --- your lives on a timetable clocking on twenty-one --- fly while you're able.
A stitch in time saves nine.