Santa Claus had brought the girl
A bright red shiny trike
Nothing was too good for her
She was the family's littlest tyke

Bon rode her trike from room to room
Then outside when springtime came
Riding and smiling day after day
Till she fell for a confidence game

She and her trike were on the porch
Watching the grocery delivery man
When he left, he took her trike
And placed a quarter in her hand

That low-down fella, Chuck Michaels
Hatched a plan as soon as he saw it
Wanted the trike for his own little girl
Said he'd give Bon a quarter for it

Daddy noticed she was playing 
With a brand new silver quarter
It was then he began to question
His precious wide-eyed daughter

Times were tough and Daddy knew
That money was hard to get
And a little girl of only four
Couldn't get a quarter on a bet

With tears in her eyes and sobbing
She told Daddy what she had done
Bon didn't know what "selling" meant
And that her trike would be gone

Daddy took off walking and cussing
All the way to the company store
Grabbed that crook by the collar
And gave that rascal what for

When Daddy came walking up the lane
With Bon's little trike in tow
You should have seen the happy smile
Her little face started to grow

That trike ended up in the junk pile
As outgrown toys often do
By the age of six, it was forgotten
Yet those memories still shine through

Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
November 13, 2008
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