Exchange Gift

Once upon a time, there was a little boy,

Who skedaddled happily with his toy

He preened a smile so vivid as the morning

Even the coldest of the hearts could enjoy

But as the sun sets, so does he at a corner

He weeps as tears to the doll were offered

His soul was poured and semblance absorbed

To glow even brighter, so this was needed;

Every day he rose and set and smiled and wept,

He pranced, he jumped, he fell, he grieved

The replica now grew to be a strong man;

The frail kid is no more and the exchange ... c o m p l e t e.