Magic me a money tree
So I can eat its nimble fruit
A bonsai for my patio
Would be so cool and look so cute
I promise to be sensible
About the purposes it feeds
I won’t create an orchard
For a harvest of gratuities
I will not squander its supply
For quantitative daily ease
Nor let it grow unwieldy
Like a beanstalk or an eager weed
I’d spend it on posterity
For ethical prosperity
With vision, tangible and wise
I’d build a life that’s worth the price
Just send a little cutting
And I’ll nurture it with love
Let me feel the sunny uplands
Like the canopy above
