The Money Tree
When I was young
to extremes I sprung
I often wondered too
If so many things were true
Sometimes when we visited
Welcome's of many extended
to us as kids it was grand
Just to sit digging in the sand
When Uncle Jim came along
He was dark haired and strong
He took us to the money tree
Where nickles extended for us, for free
It seemed to me this was so strange
How did one get a money tree to engage
For though it sprouted of dimes and nickles
Our fancy new tree to our childish desire, it tickles
It was so much fun picking change from this tree
We were then planning a fun shopping spree
Now as I've grown I've discovered the truth
While we were gone the change was hid by Aunt Ruth
It was so much fun thinking for a while
That a tree was flowing of money as fast as the Nile
Pennies, nickles and dimes, growing as budding sprouts
As we children picked while joyously we did shout.
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