A Man Name Plenty
There once was a man name Plenty
Living in the land of prosperity
Who worshiped his wealth with greed
He planted many seeds he believed
Only to grow his greed
Nothing matter to him
Only his need to succeed.
As time when by
His greed begin to grow stronger and stronger
Nothing matter to him at all
His wealth was all his concern
Greed, greed was in his sight
With all his might became his flight
Not just now and then
This was his greatest sin.
One day as time went on
He found himself all along
No one to call him friend
His wealth begin dwindle
So he begin to swindle
Deprive with scheme to deceive
The morning and night
Begin to shine bright with fright
And his death was in his sight
His wealth could not save him
Dim, dim was his sight
Because he could not see the light.
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