Little Pennies
We placed our pennies on the tracks
As we’d done times before
There above our little shack
Where clubhouse things were stored
We boarded as the train went by
As hobos there a bit
And jumped back off with a cry
Just for the thrill of it
We went to see the coins there
on the passing rail
With the pennies mostly shiny
And thin without fail
We rode our bicycles from the tracks
With the little coins our change
And showed them all to our friends
who wanted some the same
I kept a coin in my pocket
One I tried not to lose
In my mind it was always fine
And worth some dollars new