Narrator: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is where our tale begins; in a little town in the rural southwest.

Soliloquy:
I was born into this world a great many years ago
In a town outside of the city
As a pauper, there was no place I'd rather be
Than at home with my family
My folks would always bring me good tidings
As soon as they got home from work
At a late hour in the evening
That's when the bad spirits would lurk

We had a beautiful life
My daddy's wife was a queen and he a king
In our little shack in the backwoods living our dream
So it seemed
But my folks were afraid of the landlord
And nearly wished he were dead
For he could take away our belongings
And the roof above our heads

"Son, don't worry none,"
My folks would always assure me
That there ain't nothing but opportunity
Entrenched in this glorious country
And that our politicians are the finest folks
And would always keep us in mind
And I would grow up to be a millionaire
And that life would treat me kind