Poems with rhymes of millionaire

As Dad'a a millionaire!
Put on your duds, and you'll go with me Lu!
Come Bub, go call a carriage from the square;

Alas! I'm tied to Wall Street where
They reckon me a millionaire,

One of the Down and Out--that's me. Stare at me well, ay, stare!
Stare and shrink--say! you wouldn't think that I was a millionaire.

Bucked by the courage of despair . . .
Till lo! A rich pay-streak he found,
That made him twice a millionaire.

There are so many there
That, just to count them, makes you feel almost a millionaire.

Miserable millionaire!
For indulgence you must pay.
Yet there's salvation in prayer,--

Jerry MacMullen, the millionaire,
Driving a red-meat bus out there --

So if you are a millionaire,
To be of Heaven sure,
Give every penny you can spare

He had roamed over Europe, and Countesses fair
Had graciously smiled on the great millionaire.

High am I set in the market square,
Widely my fame abounds,
And for me a Yankee millionaire

His horror all my friends would share
Could they but see me thus:
A gleeful multi-millionaire

Tinker and tailor and millionaire,
Actor in triumph and priest in prayer,

The rich man’s son grew strong and fair,
And proud with the pride of a millionaire.

Let us beg the workman's shilling, let us smell our hats in prayer,
For the swift and lasting triumph of the multi-millionaire.

No matter that poor men sometimes sweep the prize from the sons of the millionaire:
What is good to win must be good to keep, else the virtue dies on the topmost stair;

Gave here her hand to the young millionaire,
Every toungue
Saying "Joy to the Heav'n-blest pair!"

At last the point was given up in absolute despair,
When a distant cousin died, and he became a millionaire,

And now a multi-millionaire
Alone within a shady bower
In clothes his valet would not wear,

They think the very shoes they wear
Are worth the average millionaire;

That name, I swear,
They both did bear
The beggar and the millionaire.