We sink our lives into metal the precious element shiny and stable.

The ones that sparkle are ones we keep dear to us we'd kindly leap

off a cliff if only to save the precious jewel so the fortune stays.

We hand them down our offspring rejoice "Keep them in boxes not like toys."

We say as adults trying to keep the fortune in tact as we leap.

And leap, and leap.
To the edge keeping the fortune under the bed.

Under the table under the lamp no one will get it I'll find a stamp.

We'll send it off to a bank far away never to be seen until my dying day.

The metal will stay in that place far away never to be touched 'til my dying day.