Now Jack worked there at the stock exchange for donkeys years and then ,

the big green giant shut the door and Jacks job came to an end .

Jack was a cost they could cut back , the jolly green giant said .

So from the top the axe came down and it cut off poor Jacks head .

The goose that laid the golden egg was killed that desperate day ,

when the corporate giants debts increased and banks refused to pay .

So Jack went for some welfare ,
but it didn't do any good .

Jacks had millions in the bank and welfare money was no good .

Regardless of him crawling on his hands and knees all the way,

Jack was not a needy case ,
so there was nothing left to say .

The big green giant was greedy and many others followed Jack .

The welfare was swamped with applicants asking for something back.

Shame on those with millions who say their living in poverty ,

They've got all their golden eggs and still want more from you and me .

Pity for the pensioners and the underdogs with nothing ,

They never once complained and somehow always managed a grin.

Here's al friendly word to Jack and all the giant who likes to moan ,

This life you live is based on deposits , but its all on loan .

Money is your middle name but in the end what does it mean ,

When you've lost everything you own and your soul you can't redeem .


By Paul McCann