Classic Poem

You may bank with one concern
Till they've nothing more to learn
Of your income and the story of your life;
You may pay your bills on time,
And may owe no man a dime,
And your credit may resemble Caesar's wife;
You may keep your balance true,
And what business you may do,
May be open, like your countenance, and frank;
And you'll get the icy eye,
Peradventure, if you try
To borrow fifty dollars from your bank.

The President looks solemn
As the day's financial column,
And his manner is indifferent or cold;
And you wonder if he could
Have perhaps misunderstood,
And thought you wanted fifty thou' in gold.
You feel a trifle silly,
For he couldn't be more chilly
If accosted by a con man or a crank;
So you murmur, " Never mind, "
For it's difficult, you find,
To borrow fifty dollars from your bank.