About money.
I find it all the time,
And it seems to get me lots of things,
It comes to me from grandma,
And even on the floor I find me some,
And I hand it to my dad sometimes,
And buy myself some fun.
But, my parents are always saying,
That it doesn't grow on trees,
And I can't have that or do something,
That is really, really easy.
I guess it's alright,
Maybe I can wait until I'm big,
When I'm in charge of the money,
And can buy anything.
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