No fox in socks,or green eggs and ham. No more little indians or wigwams. Gone are tin soldiers and Batman capes. The end of mud pies and rollerskates. No kerplunk or Buckaroo. Ill have no time to spend with you. Goodbye toy cars and action men. We will never play again. Because i must go and face the world,and play with grown up toys. Like guns and rockets tanks and bombs.That kill the other boys.
Somehow...that makes me really sad. It's lovely, I love all the references, but still, it's a sad sad farewell indeed. Too bad we all have to say goodbye some times... Much love, Bird
