Slinky

It slunk downstairs as we all watched, Delighted and amazed. Of course, it couldn't climb back up But none of us were fazed. 'Cause it was also fun to see it Puddle hand to hand, The back and forth so cool, though why I still don't understand. They still sell Slinkys in the stores But silver is passe. They're plastic now and every color's There in the display. It warms my heart, though, that a toy My childhood self once knew Was cherished all those years ago And by my grandkids, too.