Accounting becomes hard for the rich,
Yet the child has to do it mild,
And the rich have to set right all sides,
The little one learns it in a testy ride,
The wealthy settle the accounts all wide,
The ascending and descending orders collide,
The accounted and unaccounted generally divide,
The kid ,as time passes ,gets along with the tide,
The affluent ,as practice goes, succeed in the hide,
The innocence assimilate the lesson with a guide,
The imperious amass wealth without a slide.
The child acquires knowledge with the aid,
The rich hoard money also with the aid.
Study and fortune revolve round in a lovely glide.