Gold

Oh, where would we be
 If we didn't have gold
 To back us all up
 If we didn't have gold as a standard
 What a terrible question to pose
 What a terrible question to ponder
 Now, who would pose questions like those?
 Think of the gold
 Of the goody-good gold
 That we love so much more than just much
 We love it
 So extremely extreme
 We make sure that the plenty there's of it
 Is always locked up
 Guarded by guards who have guns
 Guns with real bullets inside 'em
 Ready to shoot anyone dead
 Who comes for the gold, who shouldn't
 And all of this, of course
 Is alright
 Righter than that
 As right as right can be right
 Still, there's a problem
 I hate to bring it up, but
 Unnatural nature has done it again
 Evoluted a moth slightly metallic
 Who, I've been told, can nibble away at our dear, precious gold
 Leaving terrible holes
 Holes you can see right through
 Leaving us gold reminiscent of Swiss
 Oh, what the bankers must think of this
 Swiss gold