Gusts of wind bring forth a cold rush
Guests might flock for the gold rush
A man’s might might give thee a fright
Give him wings, watch him take flight
Does he have all the means to fight?
Poverty means lust for property will
Probably last. Take cover from the awful
Dynamite blast and you might walk away
With a dozen stitches and a solid leg cast
The film has a strong and resilient cast
Believers live in fear of being cast into
The furnace of hell, as if there is a heaven
Where all dwell well as the preachers tell
It is not hard to conquer fearful clientele