To he who knows a penny to a cent,
And to you, alone and without worth.
To you, money already spent
without a friend to tread for on earth.
Holding it's people together by greed,
Molding them together for their only good;
Eternal blessings out to the world should some feed,
Letting only the hungry ones eat with food.
And although my craziness seems apparent now to thee,
A loonie for every one-hundred of you and of me.

to Fuller.