What, Me Worry

What, Me Worry? By Elton Camp There’s no reason for concern that I can see For I have a rich uncle who will care of me He outlines in detail what I’m allowed to do And he provides money, food & protection too So, to decree what is best, he really does try And regulates what I’m allowed to sell or buy If I should hold a job, he will like that fine For then he says, “What is yours is mine.” But if I should become disabled, by heck, My uncle will send me a monthly check But uncle has a habit of getting into trouble I’m expected to help him out on the double Because it is fights that he just loves to pick His nose into others’ affairs he’ll boldly stick He then runs up debts more than he can pay And says, “Your children will do it someday.” I sometimes worry that uncle will go broke But he just prints more money for his poke Then I say, “Oh my goodness gracious me. How fine it is to be able to get money free.”