Endowments

How, oh how, can some endow A building wing? Well, holy cow! So many millions must impress All comers, thanks to their largess. Such lavish generosity Is well beyond the scope of me, For sums like that I won’t pretend Are numbers I can comprehend. Yet so much more than any bank These benefactors we should thank, For their donations help us out And that’s what giving’s all about. Of course, they get some tax deducted When their building wing’s constructed. Plus, they get their just acclaim When on the walls, we view their name. Endowments, though, will hardly drain The cash their bank accounts contain. It must be nice to scratch that itch And give, but still be filthy rich!