You can earn them, you can spend them

    You can save them, if you can

And perhaps you might invest them

    In a bank or pension plan.


You can polish every single one -

      And they’ll shine just like the sun -

But I think that spending lots of them

     Might bring you much more fun.


You cannot plant them in the ground;

     I’m sure they will not grow.

 And none of them are instruments

      To beat or even blow!    


You’d be silly if you ate these things!

     They’d be quite hard to chew -

And a coin can’t do what I can do -

      That’s write a poem for you!


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By Josie Whitehead

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