The present in your lap
Has already been unwrapped
Already given and already used
Many times before you
And so it goes
That knowing where it's been
Makes you worry that within
It's been tampered with
Has it gone bad?
Open it and see
Maybe it's filled to the brim with magic pennies
Each time the present is received
There are more
And they will roll all over the floor and past your feet
And give themselves away out on the street
To everyone they meet
Grab the pennies off the floor
Take the pennies to a store
Buy everything you could afford
And don't tell anyone