Written by: Neldy Jolo

I was a young boy when I was told I am dull joy 
I envied my playmates when they show me their toys
I got nothing but a piece of small toy of no hand soldier
I picked it in the mud of our house under
I kept it as a promised that I must submit
I am a poor to bet my playmates were rich 
I am determined to keep that I am indeed a bit
I am but a chip of delight!