The Devil's Bargain
A man named Bill lived on a hill.
He wanted to get gold from the air.
He tried, he tried, he worked and he cried;
but there just waren’t no gold there.
Then came a man who offered his hand
and said “I’ll help you my friend”.
But you must beware, to get gold from the air
your soul comes to me in the end.
The bargain was made, the plans were laid,
soon he took gold from the air.
He prospered that year never shed a tear.
His fame made him so savoir-faire.
Then came a day when that man came his way
he looked for a good place to hide.
It proved no avail, he was carted to Hell
Some folks oft’ ask how he died.
If you wish to be rich, don’t hunt for a pitch
that will doom your soul in the end.
Just be good and true, make people like you
and you will have the great treasure of friends.
© Mar 25 2010 Charles Henderson
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