The Rotary Balita no. 722 (June 4, 1953)

Most every day a little boy comes driving past our house With the nicest little pony-just the color of a mouse- And a groom close behind him, so he won't get hurt, you see, And I used to wish the pony and the cart belonged to me. I used to watch him from our porch and wish that I could own His pony and his little cart, and drive out, all alone: And once when I knelt down at night I prayed the Lord that He Would fix it so the pony and the cart belonged to me. But yesterday I saw him where he lives, and now I know Why he never goes out walkin'-'cause his legs are withered so! And last night when I was kneeling with my head on Mother's knee, I was glad he had the pony and the cart instead of me.