A LONELY BOY
I’ve sot lots and lots of toys, Enough for quite a dozen boys And I’m tired of every one— After all, toys aren’t much fun. Look at those tin soldiers there, Stiff and ugly, how they stare! What’s the use of them, I say; They can’t come outside and play There’s a rocking-horse, a top, And a gun that goes off pop; Puzzles, books and marbles too, Cars and engines, painted blue. A drum that’s hanging on the wall. Trumpets, whistles, bat and ball; But I’d give them all and more For the baby boy next door. —Leslie O’Callaghan (aged 11). Kaikoura.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 44, 14 May 1927, Page 24 (Supplement)
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105A LONELY BOY Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 44, 14 May 1927, Page 24 (Supplement)
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