Hand out the tissue,
because it's always a money issue.
Life with a wealthy itch,
so many reaching for rich,
some end up in the ditch.
The mountains there to climb,
but watch for the end of the limb.
Hopefully there'll be no break,
only a celebration quake.

Celebration so dear,
anytime of the year.
With a sack full of money,
and a face reflecting sunny.
It's the lack of money thats
the evil root,
not the gold filled boot.

People need all they can muster,
even a diamond cluster.
A big house on the hill,
plenty of money to aid the thrill.
Money means great freedom to roam,
unless you like staying home.
Whatever the occasion,
money will aid in persuasion.
I'll take the stash,
a bank loaded with cash.

Wolla,
nothing wrong with
the dollar!

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