Dreams Saves Dollars

"I had a dream.."

Those were the wise words that seemed to gleam,

I found them carved on some sort of oak tree.

I put it together, kind of like the birds and the bees.

 

My dream is to change the world,

One tax dollar at a time.

Don't take my words and twist them and put them in a whirl,

I want you to know how I am going to save you hundred of dimes.

 

So, you could say math is my blessing.

Don't worry about anything,

I'll be your super hero with my accounting degree.

Don't worry I know you already agree. 

 

 

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