That Croonie Was A Counterfeit
George Potor plays acoustic guitar and sings
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Story behind the song
Now that the 17 cent Croonie coin is no longer being minted, it's becoming rare and collectible. Of course counterfeiters emerge, using an embedded electronic chip to simulate the sentient burn-the-hand-of-the-thief effect. Poor little Owlison gets burned when the technology seems to go wrong. The ultra-fanatical Keep our Kulture Klear group may be behind this and folks are concerned.
Lyrics
1
Looks like them left sitting there;
Wo-oh Happy Day!
On the shelf at Lucky Mart
Near his fav’rite cupcakes.
Golden Croonies…scoops ‘em up
Slips ‘em in his shoe
Won’t his daughter be surprised
She’s been feeling so blue.
Chorus:
This just in: that Croonie was a counterfeit.
There’s some mistake ‘cause Owlison got burned,
Owlison got burned.
This just in: her parents are announcing it.
The unexplained is all that we have learned,
All that we have learned.
2
No way that girl, she’s no thief;
Croonie’s never wrong.
Scan ‘em, poke ‘em, pry ‘em open;
Testing shouldn’t take too long.
Find out what they’re made of,
Prob’ly NanoTek.
Under Kilroy there’s a chip
Pretty tiny to detect.
Chorus
3
Those who do this call themselves
“Keep our Kulture Klear.”
“Bring the magic back” they beg;
“We’ll burn you all with fear.
Paper money’s dirty filth,
Festering with plague.
Coins are shown to germ-resist”
The kids have all been taught that way.
Chorus
Coda:
A Croonie is alive, alert, a living breathing thing,
Loves the open air, can smell the flowers in the Spring.
