Money

With muse in hand How do I make one understand I love colors of shaded green Does not make me nasty or mean For it's in our lakes And even in things that we bake It 's canvass for our trees Even sometimes stains on our knees There's hues of bladed grass Where we have all plop our ass Even passing clouds Looking purified and aloud So here I'll stand and raise a toast To the color green on money who everyone loves the most