Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray my Cuisinart to keep
I pray my stocks are on the rise
And that my analyst is wise.

That all the wine I sip is white
And that my hot tub's watertight
That racquetball won't get too tough
That all my sushi's fresh enough.

I pray my cordless phone still works
That my career won't lose its perks
My microwave won't radiate
My condo won't depreciate.

I pray my health club doesn't close
And that my money market grows
If I go broke before I wake
I pray my Volvo they won't take.

Family Survival in the American Jungle, Steve Farrar, 1991, Multnomah Press, p. 63