Red, Rubber Ball
Oh, you may think I’m just
a child’s play thing.
You see me bouncing ‘round
and having fun.
From floor, to wall, or
ceiling like a spring.
A thwack, a bop, a wallop,
hear me sing!
I keep those little
children on the run.
Yes, hear them laugh as
they toss me about.
They learn to catch and
throw and so take wing.
Oh, watch them scramble
after me and shout.
I’m glad that I am
flexible and stout.
I’m worth my weight in
gold, without a doubt.
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