Of Trees and Banks

  

 

In times of long ago

Pirates buried treasure

And later generations unearthed some

Much to their pleasure.

 

But what do trees and banks

Have to do with treasure?

Ah my dear Watson it is the branches

By which they are measured.

 

A youngster asked his mom

For a sum of money

And the response his mother gave him

He didn’t find funny.

 

Her instant reply was,

Money doesn’t grow on trees

Whereupon the child went his way

And clearly was not please.

 

Later he called his mother

After doing some thinking,

And when he shared his thoughts with her

He left her blinking.

 

 

 

Mummy, you said to me

Money doesn’t grow on trees

But banks have branches everywhere;

Aren’t they money trees?

 

Out of the mouths of babes

Do not sell them short,

If urged to speak without thinking,

Please quickly abort.

 

Money doesn’t grow on trees

But surely it does on branches,

Not to mention many sow “a money seed”

Hoping to boost their chances.

 

 

 

Convinced by preachers

They often take heed

And hoping for some needed cash

They usually sow a seed. 

 

Of trees and banks

Now you see what’s common,

There are branches of trees and of banks

But only one has mammon.

 

Stewart Russell © October 4, 2026