A big silver dollar and a little brown cent
Strolling along together they went;
Rolling along the smooth sidewalk,
The dollar remarked -- for dollars do talk --
"You poor little cent, you cheap little mite,
I'm bigger than you, and twice as bright;
I'm worth more than you a hundredfold,
And written on me in letters bold
Is the motto drawn from the pious creed,
'In God We Trust,' which all men read."
"Yes, I know," said the cent,
"I'm a cheap little mite,
And I know I'm not big, nor good, nor bright.
And yet," said the cent with a meek little sigh,
"You don't go to church as often as I."