The Vulture

THE VULTURE Scavenging wretch! With a long neck And a stinking breath Feeding on carcasses of the dead Bald headed crook with eyes that are red Eating the putrefied worms of the barren Islands He roams through the plains of the rich brown highlands Glides beyond the horizon When the waves start rising Like a rocket he flees Above the deep blue seas No comfort for him in Antarctica or Australia Never falls sick or susceptible to malaria And flies through the sky In search of a feast when nature do call Thief of the thieves Who never plays ball Greedy funny fellow Thin and tall Never gives only gets Never forgives and never forgets Only cheats Cannot be cheated Never stands when he is seated Deception is your perception of life Traitor! Stabs Caesar in back with a knife Hypocrites that serve only time and riches And will slip and fall in hell like ditches Lurks behind the corridors of power Insincere and avarious Economic adventurer who plans by the hour Money, money, money He can never get enough Cowardly fellow who always acts tough He never attacks the healthy and robust But will kill the sick And eat his intestines with his big red beak