Hole In My PocketAll I have is thirty cents, a broken string and a view of the moon.
While it’s very little, I’m glad that it didn’t fall through the hole in my pocket.
Thirty cents -- a piece of candy, a dandelion and rainbows after a rainy day
But what shall I do with the broken string? Take it off and throw it away
Although difficult, it’s not impossible to play
A violin who has snapped its string.
But best of all and free to all
Is the lovely moon, who lights the sky and delights the eye
And hangs around regardless of crown.
Lower class, middle class, upper class. No matter.
The hole in my pocket is mended because
Everything with quality overcomes the quantity
Of minted mineral material.