Its just a composition.
My pocket jingles and jangles
it goes a clinking clink
I’m rich I earned two cents
from my network link.
What can I help myself with
bread perhaps, half a slice
I would like to throw a party
together we will rejoice.
I’ll toast it nice and brown
and pieces I shall break
dip it into your cup of tea
after a handshake.
Whatever you get to eat
don’t ask for more
or I’ll have to mortgage my dwelling place
and trundle out of my door.
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