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Goin - the coin of the Grinch

On a mountain quite high, where the cold winds would bite,
Lived a green, grumpy fellow who loathed Christmas lights.
But beyond all his sneers and his schemes that would vex,
There’s a tale ‘bout his goins—a mystery complex.

You see, long before Whoville’s trees twinkled so bright,
And before Grinchy plots hatched in the still of the night,
He found something shiny, a small piece of gold,
Stamped with his greenish mug (so brazen! So bold!).

“What’s this here?” he muttered, with a squint and a glare,
As he twirled the strange coin through his long-fingered air.
The coin had a grin, so crooked and sly,
It almost reflected the gleam in his eye.

The back bore his mountain, craggy and steep,
With a caption that read: "Where treasures do sleep."
And though Grinch had no interest in Christmas or cheer,
He suddenly thought, “There’s a fortune quite near!”

So he dug through his cave with a Grinchy obsession,
Unearthing old coins from his hoarder profession.
Each one was peculiar, each one quite absurd,
With riddles and rhymes in the tiniest word.

"A goin for gabbing, a goin for greed,
A goin for finding the thing that you need!"
But here’s where the story grows even more strange—
The goins would change hands, their designs rearranged.
If a Who in Whoville should hold one awhile,
The coin grew more cheerful, engraved with a smile!
Yet, if clutched by the Grinch or a soul of ill will,
Its shine would grow dim, and its weight heavier still.

The Grinch tried to spend them on gadgets and treats,
But Who-merchants refused him, down Whoville’s streets.
“Your goins aren’t wanted, not here, not today!
Take your tricks and your trinkets! Please go away!”

So the Grinch, with his goins, sat alone in his lair,
Till one Christmas morn, he felt something rare.
A warmth in his heart, small but persistent,
A change in his soul, so long resistant.

He brought out the goins and gave them away,
To every last Who on that bright Christmas Day.
And here’s the surprise that left him aghast:
The goins, once heavy, now shimmered at last!

They jingled with joy, and the Whos gave them names,
For their rhymes and designs, and their mischievous games.
"A goin for sharing, a goin for play,
A goin for laughter to brighten your day!"

And though the Grinch is much kinder, his legend still grows,
Of the coins with his face and their magical glows.
So if ever you find one, dear child, take care:
For a Goin’s true power is the love that you share.