Money Never grew on Trees.

Money never grew on trees.

We never had to wait till Spring

When the coins were plump and bright to spend.

Neither did we get blackberry stains

On our white pinafores,

Because of each one dollar note that rubbed up against

The soft, creamy fabric that clothed us.

And I never saw a rotten penny

Kicked along to an undecided destination,

Containing a whirling earth worm.

Autumn was never more prosperous

Than the other seasons;

Children do not rake in fifty dollar bills

With the other garden weeds.

Yet, neither are we destitute in Winter

Because of the trees being bare.

Leaves and tree branches are not the currency;

Money never grew on trees.