The train of cars that Santa brought is out of kilter now; <br />While pa was showing how they went he broke the spring somehow. <br />They used to run around a track—at least they did when he <br />Would let me take them in my hands an' wind 'em with a key. <br />I could 'a' had some fun with 'em, if only they would go, <br />But, gee! I never had a chance, for pa enjoyed em so. <br /> <br />The automobile that I got that ran around the floor <br />Was lots of fun when it was new, but it won't go no more. <br />Pa wound it up for Uncle Jim to show him how it went, <br />And when those two got through with it the runnin' gear was bent, <br />An' now it doesn't go at all. I mustn't grumble though, <br />'Cause while it was in shape to run my pa enjoyed it so. <br /> <br />I've got my blocks as good as new, my mitts are perfect yet; <br />Although the snow is on the ground I haven't got em wet. <br />I've taken care of everything that Santa brought to me, <br />Except the toys that run about when wound up with a key. <br />But next year you can bet I won't make any such mistake; <br />I'm going to ask for toys an' things that my pa cannot break.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pa-did-it/
