Atop a hill

I'm sitting pretty atop the hill

Deeply in love and at my own will

And you are safely down aground

Asking me to please join you unbound.

I land gently underneath

Even as it's riches I seek

And I have found the secret to making money

Which is so obvious, so darned funny

And you hold my hand and we go around,

Drinking wine and singing songs

And I refuse to do any wrong

Whether with compounders or with a bong.

There is magic money everywhere,

I just have to look and speak, it's like a snare

And we two lovebirds deeply in love,

Guided by a hand above,

Climb together another hill

And sit atop together as you willed.