Strolling on a floor of dollar bills in a field
Never have I sauntered on such a sweet deal
As a green trail of five-dollar bills in a field
For anybody free money makes a day sing
What conveniences can five dollars in a dream bring?
Five clouds shaded teal, five ripe banana peels
Five dollar-menu meals, five little, golden wheels
Such verdure in a field and sylvan sheets in my wallet
Greedily kneeling across a trail with fat pockets
A road to wealth and sybaritic desires and dreams
Never have I thought in sleep a place I’d deem
As a magical, green field in a five-dollar dream
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