Money, money everywhere
And not a cent to spend;
So they wait, to their credit
For their penury to end
They drive by stately mansions
That they can’t afford to build;
Then go home to a cage they find
They can’t afford to gild
The love of money is the root
Of evil, it is said;
Yet they would love to have some
Just to buy a decent bed
Money, money everywhere
There’re funds to fit the bill;
But none has ever come their way
Nor likely, ever will
To share is human:
Very true to the feelings of not having enough. =(