I sit in pockets,

And get chucked in buckets,

Then i’m dropped on the ground,

And kicked around,

A child picks my up,

His mum says “that’s good luck”,

I’m small and bronze, not big and gold,

And now i’m getting very old,

this is my life, strange and funny,

but then again i am a penny.

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