At the mall, there was a small child, a little girl who'd just discovered her first fountain.
I watched her from the level above, as she laughed at the water, afraid of the spritely streams and excited at the same time.
Her pop gave her a shiny penny and as she hurled it, 'Ol Abe Lincoln rolled out of sight and she cried that first cry of disappointment.
But the dad quickly soothed her with a nickel that he cupped into her small hand and made sure that fucker
went into the fountain with a victorious plunk.
His little girl was happy now and that's all that mattered