When the small boy first opened me,
his face lit up with joy.
There is no face like the one on a child,
who's just opened a new toy.
He played with me all day,
and he played with me all night,
I never craked or broke
though his mother hoped I might.
Then one day he looked at me,
and pushed me to the side....
Little Tommy was all grown up
and this Gator had finally died.
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