I had a little yoyo,
It travelled up and down;
Courtesy of a reel of string
I twirled it round and round.
Every day I walked the dog
and journeyed round the world.
I’d create a baby’s cradle
And make loop to loops unfurl.
I’d forward pass and go over the falls
And produce a man on a trapeze.
Then hop the fence and go around the corner,
Whilst the throwdown was done with ease.
On other days I might do the sleeper,
Skin the cat and reach for the moon.
Go into a time warp or gravity pull,
And then breakaway by noon.
Where is my little yoyo now?
It still twirls round and round.
A young lad bought it at my garage sale
And took it out of town.