Money Tree

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