O’ How funny is a man,
Only he thinks he owns the land.
Though’ in its creation he was idle,
He feels its ownership is a “vital.”
Jefferson, Franklin, Locke, and Smith
All believed we’re nothing without it.
These men rise and they fall,
Yet, to them, a piece of land is worth a brawl,
But how great is that deed
When you become food for weeds?
You were born with one “vital”
And it is yours, though you were idle.
At your end and at your start
Keep one care, that’s your heart.
