Now We Are Six. A. A. Milne

I did want candy;

      I know a box of chocolates

       Would come in handy;

      I do love oranges,

       I did want nuts.

      I haven’t got a pocket-knife –

       Not one that cuts.

      And, oh! if Father Christmas had loved me at all,

      He would have brought a big, red india-rubber ball!’

      King John stood by the window,

       And frowned to see below

      The happy bands of boys and girls

       All playing in the snow.

      A while he stood there watching,

       And envying them all …

      When through the window big and red

      There hurtled by his royal head,

      And bounced and fell upon the bed,

       An india-rubber ball!

      AND OH, FATHER CHRISTMAS

       MY BLESSINGS ON YOU FALL

       FOR BRINGING HIM

       A BIG, RED

       INDIA-RUBBER

       BALL!