Just Folks

Toys

          I can pass up the lure of a jewel to wear
            With never the trace of a sigh,
          The things on a shelf that I'd like for myself
            I never regret I can't buy.
          I can go through the town passing store after store
            Showing things it would please me to own,
          With never a trace of despair on my face,
            But I can't let a toy shop alone.

          I can throttle the love of fine raiment to death
            And I don't know the craving for rum,
          But I do know the joy that is born of a toy,
            And the pleasure that comes with a drum
          I can reckon the value of money at times,
            And govern my purse strings with sense,
          But I fall for a toy for my girl or my boy
            And never regard the expense.

          It's seldom I sigh for unlimited gold
            Or the power of a rich man to buy;
          My courage is stout when the doing without
            Is only my duty, but I
          Curse the shackles of thrift when I gaze at the toys
            That my kiddies are eager to own,
          And I'd buy everything that they wish for, by Jing!
            If their mother would let me alone.

          There isn't much fun spending coin on myself
            For neckties and up-to-date lids,
          But there's pleasure tenfold, in the silver and gold
            I part with for things for the kids.
          I can go through the town passing store after store
            Showing things it would please me to own,
          But to thrift I am lost; I won't reckon the cost
            When I'm left in a toy shop alone.