Come fill my countless drums of storage, ooh, the indisputable tool of authority!
Adored and sought by all but the dead,
Where could I find your chief spring?
A comfort provider virtually to life aspects all round.
Scarce are the words that could depict my love for you.
Which grammarian could assist in this regard?
With irresistible powers of attraction enclosed in your atmosphere,
few can snub your clean orders.
Oh how sweet of you, “Money”!
Who on earth could invent a device that can enumerate your magnetic might?