Frank and his Little Bank

When he was quite a small boy, Frank
   Was fond of useful playthings;
So he was given a toy bank
   That he might learn the way things
Were done in the financial world;
So, on the playroom floor he curled,
   Tho' short of pence, and had great dreams
    Of wonderful financial schemes.

No lack of pennies grieved small Frank,
   He simply took some paper
And posted slips into his bank - 
   A cunning childish caper.
And soon he found that, with due care,
He could become a millionaire.
   A happy child. And all day
He sang himself this little song:

"If papers I have not enough -
   Each standing for a penny -
I take it out and tear the stuff,
   And then I've twice as many.
And if my bank's not full, why then
I tear them all tn two again.
   So all day long I tear and sing
   And grow as rich as anything."

In course of time Frank learned to walk
   And his perambulations
Led to strange fields; he learned to talk
   And made some fine orations.
He left his school, and went to work;
He sought the vote, and stood for Bourke
   And, being voluble, was sent
   For years and years to Parliament.

But, tho' he grew in many ways
   And wondrously developed
His childish money complex stayed
   Until it had enveloped
His whole attention. So that, when
Acute depression comes to men,
   And things financial all go wrong,
   He sings again his little song:

"When lack of money troubles brew
   For any stricken nation
You simply tear your notes in two
   By process of inflation.
And of this does not serve, why then
You just divide them up again
   Until, with new financial health,
   The whole land overflows with wealth."