A Classy Blend

I would peer through the fences As I walked along the street It seemed shade trees kind of guarded So the folks I couldn’t meet Why, they must be so rich I thought Too rich for the likes of me But I slowed down my gait Still could mostly just see trees I fancied myself rich too some day When I grew up and then Because I had so much money I would spend and spend and spend I would have a house much larger Than any on this street And I would be much friendlier To anyone I’d meet That was when I was just a kid When I grew up and walked by then I wasn’t jealous any more But still enjoyed the classy blend!