Big Bad Howard
Cow cowered on seeing Big Bad Howard
A big cattle rustler he towered
He would steal cattle
Branded with metal
Cow jumped over the moon Howard fired
Big Bad Howard
"Good morning Big Bad Howard"
Big Bad Howard was tired
At heart a coward without an answer
Only big and fierce in a nursery stanza
Big Bad Howard
Buying
Is
Good
But
Average
Dude
Has
Overall
Wealth
Advantage
Reaping
Dollar like Big Bad Howard
Big Bad Howard.
It is not a sin to be big
To have muscles like a rig
But it's evil when you are bad
Using power to make others sad
People who are rich
Have some moral breach
Knowingly or unknowingly stolen
Like a bee taking from flower pollen
The problem with ill-gotten wealth
It never improves your health
Easy come easy go
You lose it before you know
You end up poor and morally tired
Like good old Big Bad Howard
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