Spring is Coming Up Green, Well Almost . . .

Spring has finally sprung
And everything is coming up green
Well, everything but my wallet
But hopes are high that this year
The money tree will sprout green
With a flourish of dead presidents
Adding color to my bank account
In an amount flowing towards
That place called Easy Street
But that probably won't happen
Until the Fat Lady has sung
And we know that if she does sing
It probably won't be this Spring
So everything will be green
Except for my wallet