The poor countess

The poor countess! A thinker is not moneyless His brain is full of gold May you have lots of treasures He is even more rich. I write for pleasure And I don't race I am not def To listen combinations I don't write for the stars and the moon They have beauty too But people, who have been and are Let him rest his mind The book I pray, you may read You train your mind Your knowledges you expand Your brain will never get rusted Is recreative and entertaining You never go dull Pass it, so you won't tear it Turn it off listen some music You who are reading They are not all for you With me you should spend a word and don't forget it There is for you, in there You will laugh or get angry You will have a think over You will have a word with me I will remember joy and sorrow This is brain-gymnastic Reads a book, eats it You didn't come out from woods You are a thinker my boy Corruption doesn't harm me When the book is read I don't need a commission If from a reader it is estimated Read the book and benefit No money but knowledge Your brain you enrich Knowledge is seen over every fortune