There is something little boys want
When they get one they squeal
A toy that makes them happy
It’s a little car called Hot Wheels
In a blister pack, they come
In all sizes, shapes, and forms
In every color under the rainbow
Doesn’t affect how they perform
On the floor they create magic
Because they make little boys smile
Back and forth they quickly race
Covering untold countless miles
They are an indestructible toy
Created for a child’s hard play
Stomped on, hit with a hammer
They endure abuse every day
It’s a toy for all the ages
One that will never grow old
When I think back on mine
My memories are sharp and bold
Older ones are rare, sought after
Collectors, they pay big bucks
When they find a real beauty
They daydream, considering it luck
I’ve seen many grown men cry
When they find one they once had
Reminiscing about times long past
When their toys made them glad