Departure
A buffalo coin I wish I could be.
in your pocket 'along for the ride', so to speak.
A nickel too special
ta be given away.
Er spent on a spree, or tossed by the way.
A buffalo nickel what's carried around
so's you hear where I am by that jingly sound.
And never so guarded
that only you'd see
when you took me from prison of lock and of key.
My edges worn smooth by your gentle caresses.
With a nick and a line where I'm showin' my stresses.
Mellowed with time
polished with love
A buffalo nickel's just special enough.