If you deal with a creature,
And you dream of making best,
Do dealing alone.

If you know you’re a preacher,
And you dream of making best,
Do preaching alone.

If you know you’re a teacher,
And you dream of making best,
Do teaching alone.

But if you don’t earn enough,
And so be Jack of all trades,
Get ready to make it wrong.

You will be a wealthy slave,
Working harder to reach your grave,
And you will look sharp and strong.

They will come heaven and earth,
And they will party for your death,
And for you they’ll sing a song.

So long as they eat,
For sure they won’t leave,
What they do is overspending.

So long as they drink,
Each dawn they will come and grieve,
As if they don’t understand.

The moment food is shut down,
Mourners want to take some rest,
They will call them all bad names.

Whether it’s a church or school,
Meeting with the elites or fools,
When no food is restless mess.

Just give them some food,
Then burn them like firewood,
That’s when they’ll understand.