Young Obi was going crazy,
Young Obi was going beserk -
30-odd coins in his pockets
Why wouldn't any one of them work?

He'd tried Republican dataries
Without any hope of success,
As far as he knew no-one took them,
Though they looked nice 'round the hem of a dress...

He'd tried coins from Yavin and Ryloth,
Agrilat, Alderaan and Bespin,
Tatooine, Dantooine and Nal Hutta
But none would even go *in*

Not the jellyish one from Calimar,
Nor the tiny one from Clak'dor VIII
Not even the one from Kashyyyk,
(which he took from the foil and then ate)

Young Obi was starting to worry
He was jiggling quite desperately
His Master took his hand and took pity -
And led him, outside, to a tree.

"Have faith in the pure Living Force
When technology's determined to win,
And you have trouble 'spending a penny'"
He said, with a disarming grin.

Obi-Wan gave a sigh of relief;
He smiled as he straighted his sash
He had the best of all Masters,
And he *still* had all of his cash!

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