Taste by Ring Lardner — Read

I can't understand why you pass up the toys / That Santa considered just right for small boys; / I can't understand why you turn up your nose / At dogs, hobbyhorses, and treasures like those, / And play a whole hour, sometimes longer than that, / With a thing as prosaic as daddy's old hat.

The tables and shelves have been loaded for you / With volumes of pictures -- they're pretty ones, too --

Of birds, beasts, and fishes, and old Mother Goose / Repines in a corner and feels like the deuce, / While you, on the floor, quite contentedly look / At page after page of the telephone book.