When budget sums sprout, you borrow.
Let poor falling dollars
That you borrow herald, "Flee, run!"

Just thinkin' of how you've borrowed,
Fears may sway the Chinese;
On the morrow, lending's done.

When they're stuck with a fin
That's fey and phony,
They must thicken their skin
And grin and say, "Whoa!"

They won't bail you out tomorrow.
Close a lotta banks with nil to borrow,
Some that may.

When millions and billions
Are dovetailed to trillions,
Your lenders can stay away.

Faux money comes out tomorrow,
Shows you gotta wangle still some more dough,
Come what may.

To borrow brews sorrow;
When governments borrow,
Our progeny pays some day.