Sitting in the bathtub
when I was a little boy,
I looked down and there I found,
a wondrous little toy.
It was my very own
I had no need to share.
That's what I discovered
while I was sitting there.
I jumped up a laughing
and ran my mom to show.
How could I have foreseen,
Mom would say, "I know."
The joy was still undaunted,
The excitement and the glee.
So what if it wasn't new
to anyone else but me.
I'll never forget the hours
I spent in childhood bliss
imagining that my toy
was really that or this.
Once it was a fire hose
spraying down the hall
and once it was a catchers mitt
complete with bat and ball.
Then as I grew older
my joy I did forget.
My toy might not have been there
for all I thought of it.
Then one day in school,
while I was telling what I knew.
to my very horror
--my toy--, it grew and grew!
I really was embarrassed.
I think I turned beet red.
I was sure everyone could see.
I wished that I was dead!
The girls were all laughing
and giggling like they do.
I thought -" I'll hold my breath
until my face turns blue."
But I continued to get older
I decided not to die.
and then as I got wiser
I understood just why.
The girls were really jealous
of the toy I had.
To think they didn't have one,
made me feel real bad.
My parents had always told me
for the less fortunate to care.
so I decided in my wisdom
my favorite toy I'd share.
And now that I have shared it
another thing I see.
I've found that in the sharing
the joy's returned to me.
And even though I've shared it
I'll never give it away.
For it is still mine to keep
until my dying day.