[ I'm here to tell ]

I'm here to tell
a special story
about a girl
who lost her toy horsey.

This horsey was given
by a condescending grandmother
who wanted her posterity
to be indoctrinated with joys of summer. 

And so the girl learned to love the gift
(who's stuffed insides and felt skin proved easy to play with)
But then, a fateful day,
when the clouds moved freely to let the sunbeams by.
A special kind of person came up the road
to the girl's house to buy...
the horsey, her grandmother's gift. 

We don't know why
he took an interest in
the special plaything
that the girl enjoyed.

But we do know that he took and sold that horsey
to your children, and mine. 
So if you see a special toy
that was taken from someone for the enjoyment of others,
think of my lines,
and imagine a girl at the end of the road
and an overbearing grandmother waiting for her at home.