Come, sit by my knee
and hold hands, you and me
and a tale I will tell
with great glee;
About a small man ,
who could only eat "jam"...
on a bread roll ,
that cost just 1p...
This man was so poor,
that he slept near a door,
keeping warm with the "news" wrapped around...
huddled tight in a ball, letting out a deep snore,
frightening dogs all around... with the sound.
Now, on a fine day, Betsy Mae went to play
with a penny or two in her purse,
she danced through the town,
with her face near the ground,
dreaming dreams of becoming... a nurse.
This small man she saw in the door way,
looking terribly cold and forlorn,
so she stepped up beside him and asked him,
did he have a warm coat ...not so torn?
He shook his sad head at the memory,
of such a fine coat he once had,
but a long time ago he had let the coat go,
for a warm drink and place for his head.
Now, Betsy was kind and heart heavy,
offered pennies, for food for this man...
but he startled her so,
when he looked high and low
and proceeded to dance...holding hands;
Now a crowd drew around these strange figures,
dancing gently about in the square
and before you could blink,
and as quick as a wink,
there were pennies from heaven....you know....;)
Now, the end of this tale could have differed...
as it only took kindness from one,
holding out a small hand is worth more than a "grand"
when it's given without a demand.
Adding your comment:
Delighted that you enjoyed this one...I have a soft spot for humor and rhyme 
I will re-read this one and look to edit. Many thanks once again 
