The Greeks called me 'flesh eater', For once I was made of lime. But a nemes of gold, More people behold. My owner's fame remains a long time.

My parents are French but I was raised in NYC. No green card, but a bit of a green sheen. Good luck deporting me!

I show up when you make some dough, The more you earn, the more I grow. I’m taken by kings and claimed by states, In Europe, I pave roads and educate. Across the pond, I take a bite, To fund a war you shouldn't fight.

This age of man has passed yet near. What liberty is made of before one hundred fifty years, periodically forged together with sn-ears.

Quiet, now, For you walk amongst Our most Honored Dead You brought them to me, And crooned your parting lullabies They have earned their rest And I shelter their bones in turn In me, they remain in their beloved cities Sleeping the time away beneath your feet