Wooden Wares

A little boy went to town to sell his little wooden wares,

Throughout the town and by the path's old cobblestone stairs.

The little boy cries out and sings his only warbled song,

Carvings! Art-things! And sang it all day long.

A man came up to him and looked at what his wheelbarrow bared.

He laughed at the boy, oh did he enjoy

To taunt and jeer as he dared.

Saddened, the boy trudged on.

But no matter what, he kept sing his own song.

Then one morn, a little girl with tears in her eye,

Stopped to smile before he said bye.

For he gave her the only things there,

His heart and a little wooden bear.

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