84 THE FOGY DAYS AXD NOW 



AN AGE OF MONOPOLY AND GREED, 



AN age of monopolous rings, 

 Formed of sharpers, bulls and bears, 

 Of cunning trusts to rob the poor, 

 Then divide up their guilt}' shares. 



The rich grow richer every day, 

 Their greedy craws never satisfied ; 



They grind the poor down into the dust, 

 And e'en life's comforts are denied. 



While millions live from hand to mouth, 

 Are o'er burdened with the toils, 



Monopolies' coffers are never filled. 

 Nabobs are gloating in the spoils. 



An age of swindles and humbugs, 

 Honesty stands but little chance, 



The big dog's got the whip in hand. 

 And the little dog's got to dance. 



Now these big dog's have got to think 

 That they are made of porcelain clay. 



The under dog's of common mud. 

 That they have lost all right to say. 



They look down on poverty as shame, 

 Though it meet all its obligations; 



A guilty shame that they would shun, 

 As only fit for their abnegations. 



