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
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?