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I bought a pack of gum today,
Got a quarter back as change:
George Washington, the president,
In economic exchange!
I looked at George and wondered,
Just where on earth he’d been.
Probably someplace pretty cool,
‘Cause I swear he wore a grin.
I wished to see just as George saw,
Then, thought of what to do:
I chewed my gum real long and good,
Then stuck it to my shoe.
Then SHRUNK myself so nice and small,
To make myself much shorter.
Then jumped real high into the air,
And stuck right to that quarter!
The day was warm, the sky was clear
And George’s face was bright.
Upon the sidewalk we did wait
Until…a howl of delight!
“I found some dough!” lil’ Johnny cried.
“I’ll buy some lemonade!”
And at a stand of fruity nectar
Went George in homemade trade.
Jen Van Bjorn, who ran the stand
Knew a thing or two ‘bout business.
Because when Pete asked for a loan
She replied, “Ok…with interest.”
Insolvent Pete took me ‘n George
And several other presidents.
And bought “Brain Blight,” a video game,
From Ned, at his home residence.
And while Pete played that video game
He began to feel forlorn,
“I play and play, yet owe and owe,”
That stinkin’ smart Van Bjorn.
And Ned, Pete’s friend, who sold his game
To save up for a bike,
Walked to the store, to buy new wheels,
But saw a sad small tike.
“What’s wrong?” Ned asked the little tike.
“You’re lookin’ kinda sad.”
“I am,” said Tike, “Dad lost his job.
I want to help him bad.”
Ned put some change into Tike’s hand
“My bike can wait a while.”
“Oh, thanks!” said Tike, and home he ran,
His dad did smile a mile.
“Thanks for your help my little guy,
‘Cause every quarter counts.
Big differences are always made,
By very small amounts.”
So, me ‘n George went with the rent
To pay the landlord’s bill.
And out to dinner we did go,
With landlord, wife, and Jill.
Jill spilled her plate when she announced,
“My favorite food is ‘taters!”
And there to clean the spuddy mess,
A real hardworking waiter.
To thank the waiter they did leave,
A tip that was bighearted.
And with the waiter, George did stay,
When the Idahoans departed.
The waiter asked, “Dear, should we start,
For Junior, an allowance?
To teach him how to save and share,
And spend with good accountance?”
“I don’t think that’s a word my dear,
But that’s a great idea!”
And junior looked at all his change.
Then said, “Oh, mamma mia!”
“I’ll save and spend and give a little,
From each respective jar,”
And me n’ George were saved a while,
‘Til junior said, “Au revoir.”
“Muy bien, I shall earn interest,
Das ist gut, I am no fool.”
He handed George up to the banker,
To save up for language school.
And at the bank I learned a roll,
Of quarters is ten dollars.
‘Cause as a roll went me n’ George,
To a couple of Montrealers.
Their business was an ice cream shop,
They opened here down south.
Because they found that way up north,
Ice cream won’t melt in your mouth!
They sold a cone to Alice,
She bought another for her brother.
She ran the cones across the street,
Stopped at a wishing well, then uttered,
“I wish my brother to get better,”
Then she tossed George into the water.
George then got a little wetter,
And from my tears, a little hotter.
Alice ran into the hospital,
With cone in hand, she disappeared,
George swam a bit, I held my breath,
Until, we saw–an underwater beard?
I grabbed on tight and up we rode,
On the wooly submarine.
“I’ll wash this well well,” sang the beard.
‘Tis my job to keep it clean!”
And as the cleaner sang and brushed,
Me ‘n George rolled to the ground.
And there we waited ‘til I saw,
That a baseball was inbound!
“Watch it George!” It bounced, then stopped,
Just short of squashing us a bunch.
George kept his cool. Me? Not so much.
In truth, I nearly lost some lunch.
A player neared and I could see,
It was my best friend Ben.
Ben grabbed the ball and threw it far,
As though on ESPN.
Ben then saw the shiny coin,
And put ‘ol George into his pocket.
Then at his home, he dropped us in,
A piggy bank near his toy rocket.
Now, I have heard that when it rains,
Things can get awfully expensive.
Ben’s rain-soaked mitt had turned to mush,
I could tell that he was pensive.
“Is this a rainy day?” he asked.
“Probably is,” his mother claimed.
“Then I’ll use my “rainy day,” fund
To buy another ‘fore my game?”
“I think that’s fine,” his mom replied.
“But, Ben, you only have five dollars”.
“My friend is selling his for four!”
Ben filled his house with whoops and hollers.
Ben got George and other savings,
To replace his squishy mitt.
And at my house he tried mine on,
My old glove, a perfect fit.
“My son will be real glad to know,
That his old mitt went to a friend.”
Then me n’ George took one last trip
Our fiscal journey at an end.
I learned a bunch with George that day:
Money isn’t good or bad,
It just reflects the character,
That we already had.
And as for George, we’re now good friends,
Spending him would be real dumb.
Unless of course, I tagged along,
Which means…I’m gonna need more gum!
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