Once I found a treasure map
With an ‘X’ marked upon it
It got me quite excited
That I must admit
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I followed the map’s trail
With a spade in my hand
It led me to a garden
Desolate and abandoned
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In the barren garden stood
A giant of a tree
That was the treasure spot
My heart was filled with glee
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So I began digging
Digging for hours on end
Digging all day and all night
With a spade in my hand
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Many such days did pass
No sign of a chest
Though I dug up everywhere
Though I tried my best
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An old man came up to me
Said, “Son, I see you sweat
But what is it you want?
What do you wish to get?”
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Though I wasn’t very keen
I narrated my tale
About the dusty treasure map
About the ‘X’ and trail
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He said, “You’ve got it wrong
The treasure is the tree
No need to be digging
This map was made by me”
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I looked at him with rage
Knocked him with my spade
Buried him on the spot
Under the giant tree’s shade
Frank Solanki 