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
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