The New Plaything

I wonder what your thought will be And what you’ll say and do, sir, When you come home again and see What Daddy’s got for you, sir.

I wonder if you’ll like it, boy, Or turn away disgusted (You’ve often scorned a nice, new toy For one that’s old and busted.)

I wonder if you’ll laugh, or cry And run in fright to mother, Or just act bored to death, when I Show you your brand new brother.