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He was a good little child with such a sense of adventure
Sure he could be a bit wild but that's what childhood's for
Yet on every single Sunday come rain, snow or even cold
This little boy went to church to pray in doing as he was told

And each week was the same as his parents said rise and shine
For they instilled this flame knowing by doing so all would be fine
Each week his Father said come hear putting two nickels into his hand
The purpose he would make perfectly clear then saying do you understand

One was to be given to the poor to try to help them in their difficult way
The other being his for the store that nickel being a lot back in the day
And so he flew out the front door and was quickly almost half way there
Had he known what was soon in store of that nickel he'd taken better care

One bouncing down the sewer then no more oh how life can be so unfair
Looking at the other nickel then the store he then looked up into the air
And with such a solemn childish way and in being in this particular pickle
He said, "Lord I would just like to say that I'm very sorry about Your nickel"

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