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Money
A quarter, nickel, penny, and dime Oh, how I'd make all of that mine! Because of the things that I could get I'd save it and buy my very own pet Or maybe buy Momma a brand new car Or buy a ton of candy bars! I could buy Daddy some hunting gear I could buy anything, from what I hear But Momma says, "Greed is bad for you." And what Momma says must be true So I'll be sure to share what's mine And be very good...at least most of the time!
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