You
oft see the fellow
Who’s
just a bit mellow
Who,
though quite young, is too old to learn;
Who says with all bluster
And brag he can muster
That
he has got money to burn.
He;s a figure of pity,
In village or city,
The
fellow who always has money to burn;
Because he who burns it
Is not he who earns it,
But
both as a rule are done to a turn.
If you have got money
For burning, now sonny,
Don’t
kindle a fire on the bar;
But take your bright showing
And start a fire going
Down
where the poor, needy ones are.
Don’t be yourself greedy,
But warm up the needy,
And
do fellow beings a turn;
Let your fires light the quarters
Or drear sons and daughters,
If
you have got money to burn.
May
3, ‘10
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