Money
A penny earned is a penny burned
And that doesn't make any cents
Even a dime, made ten times
Becomes just as easy to buck
You can use a bank to keep it safe
And can always have a check
But there's no guarantee, cause money ain't free
They will somehow find you a bill
Of course, money, doesn't grow on trees
Although, a One, is one and the same
And by that you'll learn, your pennies earned
Will rarely make any change
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