hoping to sell this screed
For several dollars I hardly need.)
Ducats and dividends, stocks and shares, who cares?
Worry and property travel in pairs,
While the green grows on the tree.
A banquet's nothing more than a meal;
A trolley's much like an automobile,
With a transfer sometimes free,
With a transfer sometimes free!
(And yet you're unwilling, I plainly see,
To leave the automobile to me.)
A note you give and a note you get; don't fret,
For they both may go to protest yet,
And the roses blow perfume.
Fortune is only a Dun report;
The Homestead Law and the Bankrupt Court
Have fostered many a boom,
Have fostered many a boom.
(But I see you smile in a rapturous way
On the man who is rated double A.)
Life is a show for you and me; it's free!
And what you look for is what you see;
A hill is a humped-up hollow.
Riches are your