We hardly knew ye
Or at the very least we took you for granted
Even though your pedigree runs deep
Alexander Hamilton gave you birth
Despite your modesty
You meant so many things to so many people over the centuries
In song, film, and even a pair of shoes
Some named their bands after you
You were an emblem for our thoughts
A symbol of thrift
Sometimes you came tumbling down from heaven
On the other hand, you could be a bad omen
Turning up at the worst possible time
But no one’s perfect
So, rest in peace my copper friend
You deserve a rest
Until we meet again
And I’m sure we will
After all, there’s still 250 billion of you in circulation
