I am happy. I am free.
I am unlatched from society.
I know not the wanton way,
Nor the guile and greed of money.

I use paper and coin
To bring happiness to my brothers,
Not to build my own fortress
And recluse from all others.

Money, in good hands,
Brings joy to the poor.
A rich man, with no sense of the world,
Only ever desires more.