The Rich Man In His Castle
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
Some rich guy owns them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each birdie in the woods,
He'll package them in plastic,
And market them as goods.
All things bright ...
The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
The rich man eats the dinner,
The poor man cleans the plate.
All things bright ...
The purple headed mountain,
The river running by,
That's where they'll test the H-bomb,
That brightens up the sky.
All things bright ...
The warm wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
Make fruits ripe in his garden,
Ain't global warming fun?
All things bright ...
The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
Are being bulldozed over,
To make a motorway.
All things bright ...
He has no eyes to see this,
And much prefers to tell,
How great is Gold Almighty,
And we can go to hell.
All things bright ...