Did you know Mr. Pennybags,
the round old man with a mustachio in a top hat,
might actually be penniless,
mind me, believe me, true dat!

Now this might not make sense to most,
But I have great observations to support my proof.
Have you seen uncle in any other suit?
Or spend the night under a roof?
I have not and so haven’t you,
so stop trying to act smart, you innocent little goof!

Now that you believe me (I hope)
Let’s dive in and dig a little deeper,
Rumour has it (Hush! Come a little closer)
Uncle doesn’t even own an underwear.

How would I know?
well, I saw the crow
who took poor Penny’s panties
drying at the top of the casino.

Word goes around, Penny uncle is searching still,
Cause he has his insecurities to deal with.
The briefs were not just a matter of pride,
They were a yes-job, no-job situation to begin with.

How is that so?
Both uncle and crow own a black coat,
but crow flew away with the underdress,
so uncle has to compete knicker less.

Uncle is already about to lose his job
With the advent of the talking bank for the mob.
the Monopoly people say to uncle bye-bye,
uncle sit in a corner and cry-cry.
People feel sorry so uncle not yet fired,
But he also doesn’t know how long he’s hired.

So, I have made up my mind
Cause such an unfortunate event makes me shed a tear.
One day I will get rich,
and buy my sweet uncle Penny a pair of underwear.