He counts his bullion by the car.
Where thousands suffer, still he thrives,
And after death his will survives.
The wealth, O Crœsus, thou transmittest
Proves the survival of the fittest!
But, lo! some people, odd and funny,
Some men without a cent of money,
The simple common Human Race,
Chose to improve their dwelling-place.
They had no use for millionaires;