My Tent

I figured out How to make some bucks, In this town, Where you oft hear "Ahhhh, Schucks!" I rented a tent- erected it on busy Rt. 9 Southbound traffic, 50 cent fine... Northbound cars, Well, that's a buck, Ah, darn, it gal, twice that for a truck Hand painted signs, And stolen hard hats All I needed, To make a fortune, Oh, rats!!! Why didn't I think of this A year ago, I'd be so rich, That you know... I'd open a hot dog stand, with roadside beer, To assauge any anger, Calm any fear. And get wealthy to boot, Ain't that a hoot! And keep traffic down, When I wish to sleep Make them turn around, And homeward creep. Boy this entrepreneur Spirit of mine, Will make us rich, Will make us fine. So here we go, the sky's the limit..... Next runways, Pay or landing lights, We'll dim it..... Oh I'm full of money making ideas Finally get myself out of arrears!