A grey wayward beard

And an unthought about hat

Footprints of a boot

A rubbery tat

He walks down the street

Greeting folk as he goes

What has his pot?

Nobody knows

When money speaks

It speaks so loud

Across the valley

It reaches the crowd

I have a desire

Money can buy

But what would i do

With such an ugly guy?

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