Urf
There once was a planet called Earth,
Which no one was sure was whose turf,
Man thought it his home,
Felt free to roam,
Much to Masonic Masters' mirth.
Urf 2
The trouble with Earth - it's called cash,
When printed it spreads like a rash,
Once backed by gold,
Now worthlessly sold,
Its currency in downwardly dash.
Urf 3 (The Gift Of Peace)