He sat near the well, dreaming of something to wish,

Something fragile, something fresh.

Nothing came to mind, though he rattled his brains,

No ideas, none to avail.

He rolled the lucky penny between his thumb and finger,

Whistled a little ,and lingered.

He had everything he could ever dream of,

Which, was unheard of.

He decided to help others who were very needy,

Why be greedy?

He held the penny in his hand, and wished a wish,

Truly grand.

To all those who came to this magical wishing well,

Either in sickness or in health.

He hoped their heart’s desire would come through,

The penny’s magic held true.