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Once, when I was little,
I planted ten quid in the ground.
When I returned a whole year later,
The tenner was not to be found.

In its place was a sapling,
But smaller, it was tiny.
I instantly realised:
It was a money tree!

I came back to it daily,
To quench its sapling thirst,
Then when it had consumed its drink,
I'd sing it songs with wondrous mirth.

But then I came back one day,
To find the sapling gone.
Some cruel lads had trampled on it,
Angry at their day gone wrong.

And so I started crying,
At my lost sapling, my poor baby.
And though in time, I know I'll heal,
I'll miss my money tree.

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	The Money Tree Once, when I was little, I planted ten quid in the ground. When I returned a whole year later, The tenner was not to be found. In its place was a sapling, But smaller, it was tiny. I instantly realised: It was a money tree! I came back to it daily, To quench its sapling thirst, Then when it had consumed its drink, I'd sing it songs with wondrous mirth. But then I came back one day, To find the sapling gone. Some cruel lads had trampled on it, Angry at their day gone wrong. And so I started crying, At my lost sapling, my poor baby. And though in time, I know I'll heal, I'll miss my money tree.