In a Poor Shop

I sit guarding your shop, papa,
a small toy shop, with loads of toys-
some for girls, some for the boys.
I told you papa, I would take care of it,
till you return, meanwhile,
waiting for customers, here I sit.

I wait, as a boy comes,
he's bit older than me, it seems
He asks for the toy in the corner,
which was my favourite,
I had asked dad to save for me,
instead he never did.
How else would we get to feed
our hungry stomachs?

I gave him the toy he wanted,
he beamed with joy
and in return, gave me some money
for food to enjoy.