I heard the toys what they comment for me
Their mental age I wonder to see.
‘This old man is a lovely toy.’
‘At this age he is still a boy.’
The smallest doll said, ‘He is usually nice.
But when I ask for a gift he reads its price.
I doubt he will take another ten years,
To get rid of his old age fears,
And to be changed in a perfect play boy,
But by that time we shall not be a toy.’