Ah, what a life, a dreadful life Too much angst and too much strife Credit card and mortgage bills Piling as tall as the mountains and hills.
Better be a primitive man who was happier In the cave or on the tree, never a money-worrier Nature lets none down, food is for the picking The river provides the water for drinking
The breezes provide the air-conditioning Music is sent by the birds that are gladly singing No cars, no problem parking No supermarket-queuing
No upsets, no arguing With the recalcitrant who are seeking A quarrel with fists threatening Isn't it a punishing?--this modern living
But I am not done yet with this writing There's also the taxman who is watching .