In for a penny & in for a pound.
This commitment what makes the world go round.
Feet first, headlong & put cart before horse.
Maximum effort hoping luck lends force.
We leap without looking while fools rush in.
We count all our chickens; both cock & hen.
We’re coarse & we wear our britches too big.
We don’t give a fig for games with no rig.
We won’t accept either second or third.
We live in silos but look to be heard.
We’re ever robbing Peter to pay Paul.
Yet, some are content & need not at all.

