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1 O Money, Money, Money; what a great word on the tongue.
2 It tastes of all fine things, and I cannot stop repeating it to myself.
3 But is anyone listening? How many times do I have to say it before I hear an answering jingle in my pocket?
4 O Money, Money, Money; only you know the answer to that one.

1 aIs it not true that only money transcends everything? And is not money the only universal joy to be found on earth?
2 Surely, all other things are changeable, and their value cannot be agreed upon from nation to nation, nor from man to man.
3 bA woman may be beautiful in one nation, her looks a cause for worship and amazement; but somewhere else, the same woman may be reviled as fat and clumsy as a cow, and not worth a second look.
4 The same is true of other things: Truth wears a different face in every household, and cmen will tear each other limb from limb over principles and politics and ideas that they believe absolutely to be true.
5 And what other things bring joy equally to all? One can claim that the beauty of nature is constant, and yet do all men like to eat a dsheep intestine, and will no one make a face and spit it out because it offends his taste?
6 eEven the Gods change their names and images from place to place: Here the face of God is fat and round and smooth; there it is lean and dark and hairy.
7 Nor are they the same behind their faces: One God commands worship on Sunday, another on Saturday; one commands strict fobedience and sacrifice, ganother tolerance and love.
8 hAll things are so changeable that men would plunge into chaos without some source of universal understanding: iThank goodness that you are there, O Money, to speak in a common tongue to all men.
9 For though you also wear many faces, all men can understand you.
10 All men are united by the desire to have you; and to give your blessings to others, whoever they are, in exchange for something of jvalue.
11 What a blessing this: Without it, would there still be anyone alive to worship all those so-called Gods?

1 This morning I saw a coin shining in the gutter: What a kmiracle that so much delight can come from so small a thing.
2 lTruly you are a fine thing, O Money, and I feel better for having you in my pocket.
3 Nor do I have all of you; mother coins are waiting in other gutters, and maybe someday the nlittle girl will understand that, and stop crying like a baby.

1 O Money, I have endured much abuse on your behalf: Men have called me venal, and mercenary, and say that I do not understand matters of the spirit.