BOTTLE OF COINS
There is some money in a bottle
And it sits by my study door,
I don't know who put it there
And I don't know what its for.
It has been there a long time
But, nobody has noticed except me,
Seems rather a lot of money
Perhaps I'll count it after tea.
Or perhaps I better not, you know
Somebody might come into the room,
And then I would be accused of stealing
And cause all sorts of doom and gloom.
It really is a mystery like in a book
Shall I move it and put it under a chair?
Then, whoever it belongs to
Would enquire why it was moved there.
Then that would satisfy my curiosity
The problem would be cured,
I don't know if it would really
They might be telling lies
And run me through with their sword.
I really can't get this bottle out of my mind
And tis true to say it is a lot of money,
What if a burglar hid it behind the door?
And came back in the night, that would not be funny.
I'm getting rather worried now, I'm a coward
Do you think they will come back in the night?
I never had much courage to start with
Oh my goodness somebody has turned on the landing light.
How can you sit up here in this room in the dark?
Oh! thank god its you my love with a nice cup of tea,
Sitting up here writing all hours of the night and day
And besides where is that bottle of money it belongs to me.
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