Max and Stanley

Stingy Stanley had all the best stuff

His room was full of every kind of toy

And he never left his big white house

Where he tightly kept the world's joys

Right by his bed were thirteen big, tall, rotating racks

Filled with bubblegum cards in big, tall, rotating stacks

And his comics, oh the comics

Two of every kind!

From the newest to the rarest

The most very hard to find

All the other children

Would come over to play

And to see all the new things

Her had bought that day

But Stanley was a wicked boy

They called him "Stingy" for a reason

He held his treasures close

Even in Christmas season

He loved to flaunt his wealth

Arrogance was his game

Hed let you read a page

Then take the comic away

"Look but don't touch!"

"Play a game, but let me win!"

"Ill go in the pool"

"But youre not allowed to swim!"

Oh, how he pulled their strings

Like a merry bunch of fools

Anyone can play

If you follow Stanley's rules

One day they all decided

That they had had enough

They left Stingy Stanley to his own

With all his perfect stuff

Up alone in his palace

With all his best things

Had not a single friend

But rich as a thousand kings

There was but one thing

Our lonely tyrant feared:

Baggy, withered skin

And grey running through his beard

The little one named Max

Wouldn't allow it so

He strolled to Stingy Stanley's palace

A special gift in tow

The greedy little fellah

Felt soft and safe in his bed

But even the wealthy

Don't awake without a head

Max shared his trophy with the town

Adults exclaimed with shock and shame

Max got a special doctor

Who had him sent away

But silently, the children

Who know of evil well

Shared a secret secret

That I would love to tell

Inside they sang a chorus

Of happiness and cheer

And on Stingy Stanley's grave

Landed not one

Single

Solitary