Finian's Rainbow

Everything About Fiction You Never Wanted to Know.
"Petrified parsley, petrified parsley, petrified parsley..."
Sharon McLonergan

A Broadway musical from 1947, created by Fred Saidy (book), E.Y. Harburg (book and lyrics) and Burton Lane (music). Due to its popularity it was revived several times. It was adapted into a feature-length film in 1968 by Francis Ford Coppola, starring Fred Astaire and Petula Clark.

The story follows Finian McLonergan, an Irish immigrant and his daughter Sharon to Missitucky, USA. He has stolen a magical pot of gold from leprechauns back in Ireland and plans to plant it in the ground near the Fort Knox. Og, a leprechaun in charge of the treasure, follows him, desperately trying to get the gold back. They stop in small community led by a carefree Woody Mahoney, and matters are further complicated by corrupt senator Rawkins, Finian hiding and losing the gold, and the magical properties of the gold itself.

Tropes used in Finian's Rainbow include:

Finian: Don't you realize, lad, Sharon is from quality stock? Why, her whole family tree for generations back consists of nothin' but ancestors.
Woody: We've been descendin' a long time too.
Finian: Ah, but how long? Sharon's grandparents go back to the dawn of history. Blue-blooded amebas they were, with a dauntless ambition. Up they came through the paleozoic slime -- from ameba to tadpole, from tadpole to daffodil, from daffodil to dromedary, and from dromedary to McLonergan. That's the background Sharon comes from -- so get along with your luggage, lad, you haven't a chance.

Woody: I'll raise the money somehow.
Buzz: Money don't grow on trees, you know.
(Money starts falling from the tree they're standing under, thrown by Sharon who sits up there.)

Og: Doom and gloom! Dooooooom and gloooooooom!!!

And when all your neighbors
Are upper class
You won't know your Joneses
From your Astors

When we're in the dough
And off of the nut
You won't know your banker
From your butler

Og: [...]It's so terrifish, magnifish, delish.
To have such an amorish glamorish.
We could be oh, so bride and groomish
Skies could be so bluish blue.
Life could be so love in bloomish,
If my ishes could come true.

Pooh-Bah: You will understand this when I tell you that I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal primordial atomic globule. Consequently, my family pride is something inconceivable.