Putting money in the bank
Feeding the pig
He eats it with joy
And does a cute jig
Money grows on trees
That won't come true
Spending too much
But you don't have a clue
Earning it back
One coin at a time
Unclogging drains
And fences, I must climb
(*yawn* Winter 2008, Age 11, Door County, Wisconsin)
3 I luv y'all,
Emma :)
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