Explore "His Imagination" by Ring Lardner on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
One thing that's yours, my little child / Your poor old dad is simply wild / To own. It's not a book or toy; / It's your imagination, boy.
If I possessed it, what a time / I'd have, nor need to spend a dime!
I wish that I could get astride / A broom, and have a horse to ride; / Or climb into the swing, and be / A sailor on the deep blue sea, / Or b'lieve a chair a choo-choo train, / Bound anywhere and back again.
If I could ride as fast and far / On ship or horse, in train or car, / As you, at small expense or none, / If I could have one-half your fun / And do the things that you do, free, / I'd give them back my salary.