Bill Buxley

Bill Buxley was the richest man you’d see.

He had stacks and stacks of money.

He bought furs, cars, houses, and clubs,

Tigers, casinos, shoes, and Persian rugs.

But he was a vain man, never willing to share,

He wouldn’t give a bald man a strand of hair.

He had so much money all he did was spend,

Never lending a dollar to a maid or friend.

Well one day his luck ran out,

He was flat broke the money ran out.

He hadn’t a penny in the bank,

Not even enough to fill his gas tank.

So he begged and he begged, but no one would budge,

He was nothing but a penniless lug!

He finally saw what a mean man he was,

He felt bad, he felt no love.

He was a town laughing stock, for being such a ditz.

While he was getting poor, everybody was getting rich.

All his money had gone to them,

The bankers, the barber, even the garbage men.

Bill Buxley learned a lesson in the end,

You get what you give so watch what you spend.

 

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