Prince Avarice Grabs His Daddy's LOOT!
King Authrock thinks, βI don't owe 'ris' a sock
Why I oughta' give him a kick in bop schlock
But true charity means: to let loved-ones be
for βIf you love someone you must set them freeββ
So King stands up, weeping, βTake half my kingdom
Maybe mad money will break your deliriumβ
Avarice sits slouching, rude, drunk, puke sick
"Fetch my wealth, Daddy - pig! Scrape it! Quick!"
Out run work servants hands barrel bag trunkets
Silver by truckloads, Doubloons by boon buckets
Deeds to King's lands, houses, chattels, stock, castles
Clothes boasting gold zippers, diamond-laced tassles
Finally grunts load yum last looty-good-booty
Avarice spins 'round barking shouts super-snooty:
βGood riddance, King, Queen, Hasmonia too
I'll stomp the world, like I conquered YOU!β
