True, Fred had warned his friend about the mortgage interest rate,

but Barney didn't care, and nor did Betty,

they bought a brand-new granite home and put it on the slate,

they told each other Fred was being petty.

But then poor Barney had no job - the gravel pit went bust,

the market simply died for shale and pavings,

the future was in timber, not old rocks and sand and dust,

soon Barney found he'd used up all their savings.

The repo men then took their home, poor Betty cried so hard,

the bank was holding firm - a bitter deadlock,

and Wilma tried to comfort her, but next door to their yard

now sat the biggest ugly hole in Bedrock!

Well, Fred and Wilma couldn't leave their friends out in the street,

the Rubbles moved on in, just for the moment,

cause Fred had found a new job in the tar pits cutting peat,

he shivered at the thought of unemployment.

Poor Barney couldn't find a job, he'd tried all over town,

without his friend he would have been in ruin,

and Fred would head off to his job without a hint of frown

and come home daily, yabba-dabba-dooing.

The years passed by so quickly, Fred and Barney grew so old,

his Pebbles grew, and slowly went Bamm Bammy,

they married and then moved away, to find their future gold,

and bought a little sandpit called Miami.

The Rubbles never moved - the Flintstones built a bigger house,

they all enjoyed the benefits of labor,

and Barney learnt a lesson that we all can well espouse:

No need to work, just find a friendly neighbor!
 

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