The poem
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.