You must believe me children when I tell you that however
Good and lovely you become and clever,
Success will light on some of you and on others, never.
Some may think, learn and do nothing at all;
And even so life will an endless wonderful windfall,
Dropped into you open and undeserving hand.
I know it is hard for the others to understand
That although they may learn to calculate and spell,
Love and multiply, nothing they do will turn out well:
That however worthy, they will fail to thrive.
Children! The very fact that you are still alive,
The chance collision of a cruising sperm
And an ambitious egg that set ticking your blastoderm,
Was an arbitrary thing. So how
Can you possibly demand equity now?