Pretty Penny

[Vika]

Today I was walking along 
And spotted a penny on the ground. 
I walked over to were it lay 
And wondered at what I had found. 
  
I thought about why it was here 
And tried to find a trace 
Of who had it before 
It wound up in this place. 
  
  
Maybe it belonged to a man with black pants 
With green shoes and a red tie 
Or maybe it was from a little girl 
Who was oh, so shy 
  
Or perhaps it was stolen by a robber 
Who dropped it while he quickly ran 
From a loyal dog who chased him down 
His poor old wrinkled man. 
  
This coin could have come from a crazy old lady 
Who kept it in her rosy purse 
Who tripped and fell and lost her money 
Who was then taken by a nurse 
  
It would make more sense if it came from a chubby child 
Who had his penny in his pocket 
While wobbling to the store 
It came out of its lint filled socket 
  
I guess I will never know 
How this penny came to be 
But I do know where it will go 
Because now it is going with me.