I can’t help it, you see,
I’m not used to this!
I was wealthy, well off,
In a world full of bliss.

I had 100 servants,
To see all of my needs.
I had 17 chefs,
To make the finest cheese.

I’m not used to working hard,
I’m used to sitting down!
Every task I formerly did,
I felt like a clown.

What happened to my money?
What happened to my wealth?
And don’t say I spent it foolishly,
I used it only for needs and health!

But wait, I do remember,
That I went on a spending spree.
I used up all my money,
To fill my heart with glee.

Slowly and slowly,
My money disappeared.
My savings decreased,
And what happened I had long feared.

I was kicked out of the country club,
My mansion I could not afford.
I soon was homeless,
And I prayed to the lord.

I was dressed in rags,
Played a harmonica for money.
People only dropped in a cent or two,
And snorted rudely; thought I was funny.

I shopped at the thrift store,
Ate from the trash.
I’m disgusted with myself,
I felt like a rat!

I know now I was engulfed with greed,
And spent my money all ‘till a cent.
I now don’t live in my mansion,
But, merely a tent!

Now i’ll save up my money,
‘Till enough for a home.
But for now I am homeless,
And the streets of the town I roam.