Dollars From Washington
Dollars from Washington,
falling so free,
please tell me quick,
where did you buy that money tree.
I have to write Santa,
and add this to my list,
oh this is amazing,
how good can things get.
Money, money, money,
under my tree,
there is plenty for you,
and plenty for me.
All these trees,
have been tucked away,
but now they are blooming,
by Washingtons way....
Now don't hold your breath,
while waiting on your tree,
it may get intercepted,
by a corporation of greed.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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