Penny Pincher, that incurable shrew
Wished life made more "cents"
And dollars grew on trees too
So she saves all her pence
And makes hoove stew
"If I can make something of nothing, why so can you!"
So she saved while I spent
And gave everything up for Lent
She asked me, "Are you not discontent?
Spare you not the Lord his rent!"
But I just laughed, "' Tis not my intent,
You see, money is heaven sent
and we can't bring the world to where Jesus went."
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I dedicate this to all the extreme coupon folks out there. You can't take it with you.
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