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.”
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