Saw a dollar bill,

It was hanging from a tree.

Took it off gently,

How could this ever be?

Next, I saw a five,

Then I saw a ten,

Bill after bill was hanging,

Waiting to be my friend.

Soon I had five hundred dollars

That I had lifted from the tree.

They were crisp and green and fresh.

And best of all they were free.

I’m planning to harvest more trees

That look like the one that I’m at.

If I’m lucky with my harvesting,

I’ll being living like an old, fat cat.

They say that money doesn’t grow on trees,

But I have to differ from this view.

For I’ve got a handful of money

That’s green and all brand new.