And Lots of Little Things Like That

 Ballade of Capital
by G. K. Chesterton 

 The Earth is full of mud and meat,
And malt and salt and sand and spice,
And ships and shells and sugar-beet,
And bread at the Imperial price,
And glass and brass and rum and rice,
And oak and talc and turtle-fat,
And fire and snow and sea and ice,
And lots of little things like that. 

 And all these things we meet --
Are capital: and should suffice
(You say) to do us quite a treat --
As if you and I have each a slice --
… But one whose clothes could scarce entice
Held recently a ragged hat
In which you put the best advice
And lots of little things like that. 

 I own the scheme is very neat,
I do not think it very nice
That we should own the blooming street
With all the people poor as mice.
I have old views: that loaded dice
Are “wrong”, and even Tit-for-tat
“Heathen”, that virtue is not vice --
And lots of little things like that. 

 Envoi
 Prince, Pharoah trounced them in a trice,
The poor that groaned at him: whereat
God sent him flies and frogs and lice
And lots of little things like that.