Fortunes are many but, my coins are few,
I made some investment but, they were pee-ew,
But, through financial decline,
I still can make and drink wine,
Then, I can few fortunate too.
My little cherry tree just died,
Although I fondled it and treated it with pride,
Some say it died diseased with scale,
Or from someone’s pee on it's tail,
Homemade wine on my tree I relied.