Toss

A penny thrown to puddles can be taken back
A penny to the well never warrants the debt
A penny to the races is only worth the thrill
Two pennies rests the dead “In Nomeni Patri Et Fili...”

A stone thrown ‘cross puddles will hardly splash
A stone to the well drops the bag, drown the rats
A stone to the guilty, the first throw I’ll accept
A stone to the innocent, haven’t met one yet

A rope thrown to criers will tug but not grab
A rope thrown to silence won’t ever give it back
A rope to the guilty is too easy an escape
A rope to the beast is too great a chase

A penny to the poor isn’t worth the praise
A penny to the rich is no more than waste
A penny to the child is rewarding displaced
A penny to the lord is where I lay my change