My uncle Sammy worked hard; he worked every day.
He made good money, and he put some away.
He made a good living; but then he got older
Ole Sam carried the weight of this world on his shoulders.
I was told that in his gathering of wealth,
he had worked the land, done well, and maintained his health.
He managed to save a little more than he needed
so he squirreled it in the bank where his fortune was seeded.
He figured, you know, everybody’s got to eat
so he opened a burger joint, it was quite a feat,
because his humble, capital enterprise
eventually become a growing franchise.
And in America, you know, everyone wanted wheels,
so Sammy expanded into more wheels and big deals;
he got things going, built up a good team;
he was riding in style, living the dream.
But then ole uncle Sammy, one day, up and died,
so we laid him aside; he went out with the tide,
No longer an icon on tracebook, nor twittee,
maybe we’ll see him in eternity city.
