It’s not gold she insisted.
See how it’s listed,
I know you think you’re very aware
But if you really look and compare
You’ll see it’s nothing but imitation
As for gold, there’s no relation!
My dear, what do you expect of me?
I’m not a jeweler, I just trim trees
The man in the shop took one look at me
Decided I could afford no high fee
He was nice and said you would love it
Sadly I see you think you’re above it.
I guess it was only a matter of time
To see you’re not worth even a dime.