The ancients gods can sing and dance
The modern ones can speak in tongues
And none of them wants marbles
When gold is what they are after

Help the poor with treats
But give the rich their banquet
Show your face in charities
But mingle socially with celebrities

And if you must spent lavishly
Do so to those with deep pockets
And throw away your old and unwanted
To brings smiles to the less fortunate

Be seen among the movers and shakers
And not the small time thieves and beggers
Nothing is free is their life policy
Agents are prostitutes in disguise