In this economy Where all we need is money To be well-stuffed and free By sufferance of our Lord, The Chairman of the Board. Because there’s thus no need, There is the greatest need To plant one’s ground with seed. Under the season’s sway, Against the best advice, In time of death and tears, In slow snowfall of years, Defiant and in hope, We keep an older way In light and breath to stay This household on its slope.
