Dance With a Devil

Things worked out better than we had planned Capital from boy, woman and man We were like ink and paper Numbers on a calculator Knew arithmetic so well Working overtime Completed what was assigned We had to multiply ourselves A bouncing little baby A shiny copper penny And he spent himself Would not listen to us But when he lost his appetite He lost his weight in friends Baby became a fat nickel so fast Then came puberty Exponentially Soon our boy became a million People loved him so And helped him to grow Everyone knew the thing that was best Of course, he must invest A penny won't do But he made us proud He made us rich But how were we to know He's counterfeit Now everything's ruined