Explore "His Wonderful Choo-Choos" by Ring Lardner on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
When I see his wonderful choo-choo trains, / Which he daily builds with infinite pains, / Whose cars are a crazy and curious lot --
A doll, a picture, a pepper pot, / A hat, a pillow, a horse, a book, / A pote, a mintie, a button hook, / A bag of tobacco, a piece of string, / A pair of wubbas, a bodkin ring, / A deck of twos and a paper box, / A brush, a comb and a lot of blocks --
When I first gaze on his wonderful trains, / Which he daily builds with infinite pains, / I laugh, and I think to myself, "O gee!
Was ever a child as cute as he?"
But when he's gone to his cozy nest, / From the toil of his strenuous day to rest, / And when I gaze on his trains once more, / Where they lie, abandoned, across the floor, / And when the terrible task I face / Of putting each "Pullman" back in its place, / I groan a little, and think, "O gee!
Was ever a child as mean as he? "