A child yearned to play baseball today -
a million raindrops dashed the boy's luck.
Yet, espying an object upon the floor;
a moppet's imagination runs amuck.
The lad fantasized he was young David
and mighty Goliath was his foe.
Using his treasure as a slingshot,
he slew the giant with a single blow.
Next he was off to the wild, wild West -
pretending to be Chief Thunderdown!
He turned his friend into a headband -
sporting colored feathers 'round his crown.
Chief Thunderdown is injured in battle.
His arm dips like a clipped eagles’ wing.
The young lad acts as the town's doctor -
his treasure doubles as the chief's sling.
The child makes believe he's an archer;
alinging ten tin cans in a row.
A crayon transforms into an arrow -
his playmate will suffice as his bow.
The youngster is now a circus clown.
Under the Big-Top, he’ll giggle and dance!
Wriggling his playtoy around his waist;
his new found friend will hold up his pants!
Out of all the toys that adorn his room -
the small prize his dreams would expand?
A headdress, a belt and a slingshot are
brought to life by one boy’s rubberband.
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