A cute eleven-line poem about a little boy who loved to play with his one and only toy.
There was once a little boy
Who enjoyed to play with his dinky old toy.
The boy’s mother was going to throw it out,
Until he gave a loud shout and started to pout!
The boy said, “Mother, please,
Money doesn’t grow on trees!
Do not throw it away!
I don’t have another toy to spend time with and play.”
The mother agreed to not throw it away;
Since the boy was so overjoyed and happy,
He exclaimed “Hurray!”
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