Ten years ago, in Tennessee <br />I grew myself a money tree. <br />The money came in all-green leaves <br />my shepherd kept away the thieves. <br />My dog supplied his droppings, too <br />I added, also, chicken poo. <br />The tree grew big and even bigger <br />it was a huge imposing figure. <br />And from the top you could make out <br />Jack Daniel's place, on Hilltop Route. <br />I cared for, watered my big tree <br />it did allow me to be free. <br />And in the year thereafter it <br />had little ones, I said 'oh shit'. <br />Today I have a whole plantation <br />by far the largest in the nation. <br />I am the richest in the land <br />my life is great and never bland. <br />This shows what honest work can do <br />I wouldn't think it is for you.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/money-tree/
