For nuisances I them have found;
I want a tipcat in my hands,
I want to make the football bound.
Give me again the “rock” I loved
(Ah, it was sold in penny sticks!)
Which, in my trousers’ pocket shoved,
With fluff and marbles used to mix.
I loved—but what I loved is gone.
Where are those soldiers made of lead
They could not leave my kite alone,