“Hey, miss, could you give me change for this twenty?
I need some dollars and I bet you have plenty.”
That’s what I said to the girl that I spied
Behind the bank’s counter, the marble divide.
“Here’s three fives and five ones, sir,” she said with a smile.
“Come see us again. The exit’s through that red stile.”
I went through the stile, then got back in her line;
Slid a ten dollar bill ‘cross the counter this time.
“I think I need quarters,” I told the cute lass.
“I’ll be doing some laundry when I get home from class.”
She laughed, gave me quarters, and shooed me away
But I wasn’t accepting dismissal that day.
Once more through the line and then back to her stand.
“May I have change for this five in my hand?
I think I need more ones; if I come up a winner,
I’ll need to tip many when I take you for dinner.”
She laughed, shook her head, and gave me the ones.
I got back in her line; I had barely begun.
“Here’s a buck for rolled pennies, two bucks for some nickels.
We can walk through the street fair; I’ll buy you some pickles.
"A roll of dimes for five dollars. When our hands finally join
For that stroll to the fountain, you might want a coin.”
Fifteen times through her line for some change truly varied.
She finally said yes, and today we got married!