The man was there A gun was pointed I was feeling All disjointed

"Gimme cash!" He spoke so harshly "There isn't much" I whispered scarcely

"Hand it over!" Shaking the gun I only wanted To up and run

It all was over In a flash And then the robber Left at a dash

I stood there shaking Out of my wits And vowed that day That I would quit

It isn't worth it For this small pay To risk my life Every day