A wee boy hung his sock one night
Upon the fireplace cozy bright.
Then turned around and walked away
All set once more for Christmas day.
But as he wandered through the room
Another thought began to loom.
That tiny sock just looked so small
T'would hardly hold a thing at all.
and so he hurried right around
And soon his leotards he found.
He hung them up in sheer delight,
The morning found them bulging tight
With everything from ball to cane,
Says he, "it pays to use your brain!" |
