At the Bank

All that I can ever see

Even when I stand

On my toes, and stretch and peer,

Is a man's plump hand

And his face through the bars as he talks to mother—

And then, first thing I know,

Her purse is full of money and

It's time for us to go.

Oh, when shall I be tall enough

Beyond that shelf to see

The piles of bills as green and thick

As leaves upon a tree,

The crocks of gold all running over,

New silver by the pound,

And pennies heaped like jewels in

The cave Aladdin found?