Mr. Biz strolled into town

Seeking a place to stay

He walked into a fine hotel

To the clerk had this to say

I wish to inspect one of your rooms

And with a hundred bill

He set it on the counter

A deposit if you will

While Mr. Biz went up the stairs

To check out his abode

The clerk took the note to his supplier

Just short walk down the road

He paid him for the steaks he’d served

In his hotel’s small café

And returned back to the counter

As if he’d never been away

The supplier went to the butcher

For the beef he had to pay

That he had trimmed for retail

For all the restaurants that day

Then the butcher saw the farmer

And reimbursed him for the steer

That he had cut in pieces

For the suppliers far and near

Then the farmer found the hooker

And paid her for last night

Then the hooker paid the hotel clerk

For their room used for delight

Just then Mr. Biz came down the stairs

And pronounced he wouldn’t stay

“The room’s too small and musty”

Took his money and went away

Everybody won that day

Mr. Biz and people met

The C-Note circulation paid

Everybody’s debt

So long as money moves along

We can all share in its magic

But when it slows the research shows

The consequences tragic

So get out there and spend a buck

To help the economy gain some speed

The faster money moves along

The better off we are indeed

Copyright 2011 Patrick Granfors