Money

You don't need money,
To go to town.
To feast your eyes,
On a gorgeous gown.

For you know to yourself,
And you've said it twice.
You just wouldn't weaken,
To pay that price.

With a smile on your face,
You can pass along.
And pride yourself,
For being so strong.

To have for yourself,
That snow-mobile.
Doesn't make any difference,
For the desire isn't real.

For you can hold to your purse,
With an iron-hand.
And fold up your check-book,
At your command.

And step by step,
You can move away.
And be in control of yourself,
For another day.


E.P. 1908 - 1989