Now this ain't any attempted poem, read it as a flowchart, without arrows. It flows top down and then iterates.
Gets a toy
Is curious about it
Toys with it
Toys a bit more
Examines every dimension
Is obsessed all the more
Finally, has nothing more to explore
Leaves the toy
Watches as other little child comes closer, curious.
Lets him have it
Watches him have the same fun he had
Then some more, he watches unperturbed
The new child has new tricks
And the toy is doing them
The new child is obsessed
The old child wants the toy back
The new child is unaware
The old child cannot take it any longer
The new child resists
The old child snatches
The new child cries
The old boy feels loss, does not cry
Back to square one.
The little story isn’t fair, but then the little child wasn’t fair either.