Here's an old story ...
Puffy Baba and the 40 Vendors
We all know the details
Magic cave, magic words, some thieves
Some serious loot
And lucky - Mister - Baba
Who got a bad rap if you ask me
The little guy who
Did the best with what he had
Here are Mr. Baba's lessons
Load one a**, take a few trips and spend
In moderation
Three things the average man can't - get - right
If you know your brother is a greedy ba*tard
Never give him the pa**word
If he goes penguin on you
Stop - being - his brother
When a cave is guarded by magic lawyers
A sea of blood will be its doormat
So do the best with what you have
Beyond the lessons - you must know this
That the Devil is as real as your address
But unlike Vendors
He at least keeps the door open
Vendors of water that should be free
Look upon their words and despair
Their badvertising made a thief of my brother
Then made him better off dead
Now he hasn't got sh** to do his best with
Gratis. Free. Libre. Cuffo
The companies of thieves stole every good adjective
And left us with open source (sores)
Sharing smaller and smaller bandages
For each consecutive cut
But with the salty water of labour
Parched desert becomes pregnant black soil
It's not whether you're well off
It's where you dig the well
The best the little guy can do is what
The little guy does right