If he was a genius, he would make a lot of money.
So that he could spend the rest of his life on the beach with the honies.
He would buy big fine homes and fancy cars.
And buy everyone some Bud with a lot of suds at the local bar.
His life would be a never-ending vacation.
Filled with a lot of fun and relaxation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem