There was a big beaver named Mark,
He built damns from morning til dark,
Some days he would wish,
He was just a fish,
Then, he’d just play and swim in the park.
I thought my pet rooster ran away, I looked for him the entire day, Yet all the while, My old hound had a smile, Next to his coop a pile of chicken feathers, lay.
I invested in real estate, stocks and, bonds, While the wizards on Wall Street waved their wands, I fell for their pitch, They got really rich, With Wall Street you're either poor or you're cons.