I'Ll Never Be Rich

I'LL never be rich. I'm too fond of the joy Of a certain small girl And a certain small boy; And the nights full of fun And the days full of play, And the romp and the run At the end of the day. I'll never be rich. I'm too eager to share In the joys that are near, Too unwilling to care For the thing we call gold, That I'll fill every day Full of strife for the stuff, And not rest by the way. I'll never be rich. There are too many charms That I now can possess When I stretch out my arms; There are too many joys That already I hold That I cannot give up Just to wallow in gold.