When this light flashed two times,
He touched that.
When that bar spun like this,
He tapped that.
Then a chime would sound and
He’d turn around and
There he found a young man
Had brought cashola.
It was time for holy moly!
Now he was in casholi!
But feed the lights he must.
Feed them ’til he goes bust.
If need be…
He followed Price’s Law.
Before him, so did his pa.
Both beggars would be in awe,
If they knew…
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