Great Joy Can Be Had Even From Things ‘Small’

Hop, hop, hop, he went, hop, hop, hop!

Oh that little boy just would not stop!

Guess who he was! Well, it was me!

Long ago it was, maybe half a century!

My aunt who lived in a country distant

Had sent me a hoppity-ball as a present.

“A hoppity-ball?”, you might ask, “What’s it?”

It is a rather big rubber ball on which you sit.

Holding firmly its handle, you go hopping away,

Having a ball of a time you can spend all day!

Hopping about like a kangaroo, what great fun,

At home or in a playfield, under the bright sun!

Oh the thrill I experienced as a small boy,

Hopping about on that much-treasured toy!

Five decades or more since then it has been,

My mind goes back to that delightful scene,

Of me hopping about on that big rubber ball.

Perhaps then I wasn't yet even two feet tall.

Little me bouncing about in sheer joy,

Astride my giant hoppity-ball toy!

From that memory distant I can now discern

That from ‘little’ things of life, too, one can earn

Much mirth and delight and enormous fun.

Savour them all, I say, till your life is done.

Great joy can be had even from things ‘small’.

Yes, even from bouncing about on a hoppity-ball!