Woe to the Rich, the Immoral and Poor

She is lovely and demure not immoral at last

It is so great to just talk with a moral girl

And to be no drunkard and drink slow not fast

Not high but giving caffeine a genuine whirl

Everything in moderation is for me

You, meaning the world, freezes at its sound

And you, meaning the Church, thinks it's all free

But it is precious beyond money when found

Be honest, kind, giving, loving, and true

To God and the Son, your King and his Word of words

And pay attention when he talks to you

 And go his way not following the herds

Be content to have as well as to be in want

Be humble and always rich and healthy not gaunt.