My dear wife does business with Citibank
Is this a name that jerks your heart?
Does a name like this invite your funds to depart?
Is this, I ask you, a name your mother would have made?
Is this a bank where us honest folk can trade?

I remain just a mite doubtful
Why a bank would choose such a handle
Doesn't it bring to mind a hint, a touch of scandal
Full of intercity traffic, adrift in haste
A muddle of grime, a chance of waster.

Why wouldn't Country Bank do?
Why not Bank of Open Space or Bank in Skies of Blue?
Why not Friendly Country Bank of Grace?
Why not keep your money in a safe greenplace.

But Momma likes her Citibank
And trusts the hustle and the haste
She trusts the city traffic, she likes the city's pace.

And so I guess I'll just keep still
And make myself another will
And when I'm dead they'll find I'm broke
And all my money gone to some city folk.