They say money doesn't grow on trees,

And I never argued

 

For I have never seen Benjamin,

Ulysses,

Andrew,

Alexander,

Abraham,

Nor George

Sway, fleetly, from branch to ground.

 

I seem to only meet these fine fellows

Hiding behind  closed paper messages,

Unmindfully tripping me on a battered street,

Jumping out of a forgotten pocket,

Snugged in the hold of my granparents palm.

Only places I would never ever quite expect.

 

So I now ask those who believe

Money doesn't grow on trees

To only look

For it is never ever quite expected to be there.