When Lenders Fly

Oh, many came from far and wide,
All times of night and day,
To borrow from the usurer,
And gain some instant pay.

Oh, he grew very rich, did he,
And very proud likewise,
Until one shouted “Blashemy!
We’ll cut you down to size!”

But he went off, is seen no more,
And they who borrowed, moan.
They sit in rags about his door
And starve for want of loan.

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