MILLIONS, my neighbor, has money and land,
Rich as a king is he;
Millions owns houses both noble and grand,
Not at all so with me.
He rides along in magnificent style,
Passes me haughtily by;
Into his coffers wealth pours all the while,
But poor, indeed, am I.
Millions, my neighbor, is poverty-poor:
I am as rich as can be!
No little children have his heart secure;
He should be envying me.
No little baby lips kiss him good-night;
Let him pass haughtily by;
I'm blest with riches, while Millions is quite
A million times poorer than I.