The filthy sickening greedy rich man
Begged the beggar to trade places with him....
The beggar told the rich man
(Haaa)
Art thou nuts?
I'd rather be poor and maketh it into the gates of heaven
Than be someone destined for hell....

( Keep thy gold, and moth eaten treasure's) said the beggar
As it was really the beggar who was the rich man...( spirit wise)
And the rich man who was rich here on this earth kneweth....

In the next life he'd be dead broke......

As the poor beggar walked away with his head high
He layed back down to sleep underneath the bridge wherein his abode was....
Thinking and knowing in the back of his mind....

He'd be sleeping in a mansion in the next life...