The rich small boy
He has many toys
Among the neighborhood he rules
Nobody can challenge him
He nests in his roost
Even the humming bird
Flying away when he comes
He doesn’t show compassion
He knows he rules his world
One day he loses
The neighborhood children don’t want him
Enough of his arrogance; enough of his blurbs
He finds he is alone
Looking at his toys
He sits down and cries
Feeling the loss of friends
The rich small boy realizes
He has to share his toys
Friendship means so much to him
The toys are just secondary pleasures
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