The
money king
He
looks on his chart
The
date he will pick
To
sail on the high seas
The
weather forecasts
The
dark clouds and choppy waves
Through
the months
On
his table the chart
The
battle on his hands
The
economy of scale
He
has made so many blunders
He
doesn't look at ease
The
sailors are worried
Staring
into the sky
The
months they wait
The
sail will not happen
Even
the officers are prepared
Facing
the worst seas in their lives
If
the money king wants to sail
The
officers know the risks on the seas
The
thunder on the ground
The
stomping feet can be heard
The
people aren't saying cheese
They
are angry with empty promises
The
money king
Study
his chart to see
He
has no option to play
Land
or sea he will be punished
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