Answer:
One day a little boy named John went over to his parents and said that he wanted to shoot people and blow them up. His parents were really proud of his career choice. What does John want to do?
What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
There are millions of me. I am very small but when moving fast I am deadly.
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton