Though, those are high-falutin' words.
The air is fresh and I want for nothing,
Except, of course, a billionaire's coffers.
I am healthy and so is my family,
And we lack for nothing.
We relax together under the evening sky.
If only our bank account was teeming.
We smile and joke and enjoy tootling around,
We count ourselves lucky for finding each other.
We spend our days separately, but enjoyably,
Just give us a fortune for rainy weather.
And it's alright,
That half our time we think of money.
That's what this world is ultimately about,
And what helps us appreciate other things.
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