Message To Rare Collectors

Today I was reading Where The Sidewalk Ends, and I came across a poem that is the perfect message to rare collectors:

                                                                   THE GARDEN

Ol' man Simon, planted a diamond,
Grew himself a garden the likes of none.
Sprouts all growin', coming up glowin',
Fruit of jewels all shining in the sun.
Colors of the rainbow,
See the sun and rain grow
Sapphires and rubies on ivory vines,
Grapes of jade, just
Ripenin' in the shade, just
Ready for the squeezing into green jade wine.
Pure gold corn there,
Blowin' in the warm air,
Ol' crow nibblin' on the amethyst seeds.
In between the diamonds, ol' man Simon
Crawls about pullin' out platinum weeds.
Pink pearl berries,
All you can carry,
Put 'em in a bushel and
Haul em' into town.
Up in the tree there's
Opal nuts and gold pears-
Hurry quick, grab a stick
And shake some down.
Take a silver tater,
Emerald tomater,
Fresh plump coral melons
Hangin' in reach.
Ol' man Simon
Digging in his diamonds,
Stops and rests and dreams about
One...real...peach.

The moral is: You'll never get the stuff most jammers get if all you think about is getting rares, getting rares, getting rares.

                                                                                     Jam on!