Moneybags never has lifted hand,
And ever I toil for bread,
Yet Moneybags lives on the fat of the
While I on the scraps am fed.
I am the maker of wealth and power,
Waster and spoiler, he;
Yet Moneybags lives in a golden
And a hovel must do for me!
Moneybags idles his whole life
And I must work each day,
Helping to make the dream come
With never a chance for play.
I am a worker and he a drone,
As all the world can see,
Yet it's purple and gold for Money
bags, Shoddy and drab for me.
Moneybags hasn't a friend on earth
Whose love and faith are sure,
And he hasn't a child to bring him
I pity a man so poor.
For I have work and faith and friends
And a wife and children three,
So it's loneliness for Moneybags,
Friendship and Love for me!
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