Take One Home fo the Kiddies lyrics
by Philip Larkin
On shallow straw, in shadeless glass,
Huddled by empty bowls, they sleep:
No dark, no dam, no earth, no grass-
/Mam, get us one of those to keep./
Living toys are something novel,
But it soon wears off somehow.
Fetch the shoebox, fetch the shovel-
/Mam, we're playing funerals now./