Upon my kitchen window sill the money plant is sat
Its branches pointing to the sky, its leaves so round and fat.
My friend said,’It will make you rich as long as you take care
For it’s a special Money Tree, good fortune it will share.’
I watched the tree grow big and strong, the chubby branches spread-
It wobbled in its little pot. I didn’t want it dead.
And so I chopped some branches off and, hoping they would grow,
Potted them up until I had three plants all in a row.
My baby money plants took root. I saved the mother tree.
Fresh compost saw them flourish well as they brought luck to me.
But now I dare not let it die – the ones I gave away
Are spreading magic all around,’Look after them,’ I say.
And then someone I’d given one came up to me to tell
‘Since you gave me the money tree I’ve won a prize as well!’
So I care for my money plant and when it gets too big
I’ll chop more branches off and find more people I can give
A little bit of hope – but now my money plant’s on show.
Would I grow poorer if it died? I hope I never know.