If I had three pennies to give you for every one you gave me

Why wouldn’t I just keep giving them to you forever?

Why would I ever get worried or jealous or concerned that you had three or every time I got one?

And for all I knew, perhaps you had three children to feed and I only ever had the one

So unfair was after all, fair and maybe God knew best when it was you he marked as blessed

And it was always my honour and duty to give you my three pennies and smiling

I’ll gladly take one off your hands

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