There was a poor old man
A poor old man was he
He used to pray to his god
Selfish as can be
.
Why do you not help me out
Help me to be rich
Please give me lots of wealth
Don’t treat me like a bitch
.
A holy man took pity on him
Wanting to give him a break
So he too prayed for him
Hoping it wasn’t a mistake
.
God appeared before him
Is this a joke my son
This man thinks only of him
What will he become
.
The Holy man insisted again
And God agreed to help
To help the selfish man
I will offer him wealth
.
The poor man was off one day
On his way to pray
Every day he walked the same
He never changed his way
.
So God prepared some gems
Priceless incredible gleam
He put…
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