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Edgar Guest - Toys
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I can pass up the lure of a jewel to wear
    With never the trace of a sigh,
The things on a shelf that I`d like for myself
    I never regret I can`t buy.
I can go through the town passing store after store
    Showing things it would please me to own,
With never a trace of despair on my face,
    But I can`t let a toy shop alone.

I can throttle the love of fine raiment to death
    And I don`t know the craving for rum,
But I do know the joy that is born of a toy,
    And the pleasure that comes with a drum
I can reckon the value of money at times,
    And govern my purse strings with sense,
But I fall for a toy for my girl or my boy
    And never regard the expense.

It`s seldom I sigh for unlimited gold
    Or the power of a rich man to buy;
My courage is stout when the doing without
    Is only my duty, but I
Curse the shackles of thrift when I gaze at the toys
    That my kiddies are eager to own,
And I`d buy everything that they wish for, by Jing!
    If their mother would let me alone.

There isn`t much fun spending coin on myself
    For neckties and up-to-date lids,
But there`s pleasure tenfold, in the silver and gold
    I part with for things for the kids.
I can go through the town passing store after store
    Showing things it would please me to own,
But to thrift I am lost; I won`t reckon the cost
    When I`m left in a toy shop alone.
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