Whatever foe may meet me,
Whatever game I play,
I’d rather he’d defeat me
Than win a walkaway.
I do not want an inning
With never a mishap.
No game is worth the winning
Without a handicap.
So in the mighty contest
That runs across the years,
I’d rather wage my conquest
In toil and sweat and tears,
Than have success’s measure
Tossed lightly in my lap,
And win life’s golden treasure
Without a handicap.