Plain Politics: The Amateur Banker

I think myself, if given the chance,
   I could run a bank with credit,
For, since I have given this scheme a glance,
   I have thought, the more I need it.
That the task of doing the thing with swank
   Is pie to the veriest noodle.
Could he master the art of running a bank
   That didn't have any boodle.

For the banking art's just common-sense,
   But I fear one fact might hurt me;
And that's sheer lack of confidence
   If the people didn't trust me.
I could print me notes from a paper blank
   At the rate of ten a minute.
But I doubt if they'd hold up a bank
   Without real money in it.

But I go my way, and I dream my dream,
   Despite my low position,
For I'm capable of a banking scheme
   As any politician.
And tho' you deem my dream may rank
   With the dreams of the maddest hatter,
I need but a plan for running a bank
   Where money doesn't matter.