here's to the 1% of yore

here's to the 1% of yore

 

sad sad king midas
said to his son titus
so sad am i and teary
regarding your sister dearie
who knew a provident wish could so up and bite us
 
 
pops if i may be so bold
yes tis sad what i am told
but see you this torch ablaze
now stand back from the smoke and haze
we will have comfort again in coins of gold
 
 
son son son my dependable one
what have you unmendably done
to the young dear one i used to cuddle
youve made of your sister a bubbling puddle
true enough tho: tis now a spendable one