It's obvious to see, I'm a money tree
My kids flock by to pick on me
They don't care, until I'm quite bare
Kids grab my leaves and flee

I sit and stare, in my Lay-z-boy lair
The kids won't approach on a dare
Now that I'm free of all my money
I can get some rest, which is rare.

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