Plebeian Plutocrat

 I own a gorgeous Cadillac,
 A chauffeur garbed in blue;
And as I sit behind his back
 His beefy neck I view.
Yet let me whisper, though you may
 Think me a queer old cuss,
From Claude I often sneak away
 To board a bus.

A democrat, I love the crowd,
 The bustle and the din;
The market wives who gab aloud
 As they go out and in.
I chuckle as I pay my dime,
 With mien meticulous:
You can't believe how happy I'm;
 Aboard a bus.

The driver of my Cadillac
 Has such a haughty sneer;
I'm sure he would give me the sack
 If he beheld me here.
His horror all my friends would share
 Could they but see me thus:
A gleeful multi-millionaire
 Aboard a bus.

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