My nursemaid once gave me a kiss and a farthing. Two pence would have made sense; this was alarming. I was a good boy! I never got sick! So this slice of a penny induced a coin trick. I traded my farthing for an old metal soldier Which I sold to my brother, a collector, much older. He gave me a penny which then begat three When I found for the soldier some staunch company. My threepenny bit soon turned to a tanner When I resold some fruit; some plums and bananas. A half-shilling's worth of shoe polish came next, And two bob from the bank men left my pockets perplexed. With florin in hand I set up a stand And sold Penny Dreadfuls at second hand. Inside of a week I'd made half a crown, And my story appraisals had earned some renown. For one sovereign, one guinea, I sold off my stock And found my revenge when the nursemaid was shopping; She cried at the till, "All I need is two pence!" Said I, "All I've got is ten pound, four and six."