How the World Should Work

Samuel Jack was forty six

In his first big gig: that flick Pulp Fix

Martha Stewart was no name

Till forties came, then she gained fame

Guess who else was in their fours

When striking gold: yup, Henry Ford

There was another forty-man

You might know him: Abraham

McDonalds serves both me and you

Ray Kroc started at fifty two

Marketing is such an art

At forty-four: hello WalMart

We can’t forget the Colonel Sand

At sixty-five he played his hand

Charles Darwin was so nifty

He published Origins at fifty

So many more could I here name

I know you get it, it’s fickle: fame

I will not lie; feels good, you see

To know these things, at thirty-three