Various Artists — It Always Pays

I was strolling home one morning And the sun was mighty friendly Her solar lips tenderly kissed my left cheek As the breath of breeze gently caressed me Suddenly a younger teen of twelve or so Face swelled with hope rode intimately adjacently On his bike, he fought timidity blatantly as our eyes caught Then I defined the cause as to why his ride was paused He quickly inquired, "have you seen a twenty on the sidewalk?" At first I'd thought "I've seen no bill" but then I figured "what the hell, he'd never write me in his will But write me off as swell, well, I'm sure he will!" I said "Chill, friend, buddy, chum, you're still in plenty luck I handed him the Jackson headed twenty bucks I complimentarily fished out of my shorts He cocked his head to me and sure revealed the gleam of his now confident teeth so pure! He seemed relieved to say the least that Id returned The green then expressively he returned the glee the He'd returned the way he came to me I continued onward my homebound path Feeling grand that I'd handed the lad the cash I had nearly arrived when excitedly I had spied, surprised The twenty that he had tried to find, I let it slide into my wallet And I thought regardless of if Id found it, I'd have found That it always pays to be kind