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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