Our son must have a bike to go
To school; it’s two whole blocks, you know.
He will wrestle roller skates
While the busy dentist waits.
Dad must drop him off, what’s more,
When we need things at the store.
The druggist is so far remote
The boy is asking for a boat.
He will not walk, I’m almost saying,
But he’ll run a mile when he is playing!
by Ray Romine Thursday, September 13, 1951
