Trapper, we missed out originally, now the Golden Cow Chips are gone. We must take the earthenware, if not the feces. Anyway, I'll have a go as well:

Let for your solace this be told:
On this our most imperfect earth
to be a million dollars worth,
you need not be of solid gold.

It well suffices that one day
some famous arse upon you sat,
some famous arsehole on you shat,
which swiftly then has passed away.