LITTLE RED WAGON

Long ago when I was young, I got a little red wagon for my birthday
It had four shiny tires, and the word FLYER was written on the side
The handle was jet black and I could sit in it and steer it anywhere
Taking my dolls and teddy bears I would sit them in the wagon and
Let them go up and down the neighborhood for everyone to see
Eventually I grew tired of this and decided it was my turn to ride

Racing wildly by the houses I went faster and faster down the hill
Everything went flying by me like a big train on the railroad tracks
Dogs were barking as I went by them in my rosy, red racing wagon


When it was time to stop, I could not turn the wagon onto the grass
After that I let go of the handle and crashed into the small rosebush
Getting up I dusted myself off and took my wagon to my dad to fix
Other than two broken tires, scratches on the side and a bad handle
Nothing kept me from racing through the neighborhood every again.