Good that you were smaller, not abler, but more willing
To trudge through the muck in search of the pay dirt
that would feed our candy fix.
And I your able assistant…
did my best not to make contorted faces
when you emerged from the debris
with your mostest bestest find…
With a little tape and glue and warshing
you’d say with your eyes beaming,
surely it would bring a pretty price?
They never saw us coming
with your ice cubes in Antarctica smile
you’d fleece them of all the change they had to spare.
With blond spikes, blue eyes of wonder
and unabashed enthusiasm…
What mortal could have possibly resisted?
Most certainly not I.