An ode to the nickel under the couch
Oh nickel, oh nickel
Lost in the trickle
Of things falling under the couch
You’re worth so much more than a
penny
Five whole times as many
With Jefferson peering out of you
But how were you tricked
So carelessly kicked
Under the blue velvet couch
Fell out of a wallet
No one really saw it
But you did, and Jefferson too
I’m sorry, I regret
My eyes get wet
When thinking about your fate
And when your biggest fear
The vacuum, gets near
I worry you’ll get eaten up
So to conclude this rhyme
I wish I could go back in time
I would make sure you were okay
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