Mom Bartering with her Boy

A penny for your thought, my dear

A penny for your thought

Because to share our thoughts, my dear

Is really all we’ve got

A dime to share your thought, my boy

A dime to keep or spend

But if you share your thoughts, my boy

This dime will buy a friend

A quarter for your thought, my son

A quarter just for you

And if you share your thoughts, my son

Then I might make it two

A dollar to keep quiet, mum

I’ll send it in the mail

These thoughts are all I have, sweet mum

And they are not for sale

© Janet Martin