As he was speeding on his route,
His hundre dollar bills fell out.
The wind blew them hither and yon.
He would have continued on,
Not knowing they were strewn about.
But a driver chased him down,
Told him, and he turned round.
And now he's celebrating
'Cause folks for him were waiting
To return bills of his they'd found.
The lucky son of a gun
Recovered every bill but one.
It wasn't quite a bankful,
But he is mighty thankful
To them for what they've done.
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