I am just a toy, just here for her fun,
Slightly newer, slightly younger than all the other ones,
I sit on the low shelf easy to reach, easy to play with,
Yet I'm too new, too shiny to be considered a favourite,
Yet all the others lie slightly out of reach,
Too far away so she settles for me,
For now I enjoy it, just here for her fun,
But when the others are moved I'll soon be forgotten,
And I'll just be something she used to play with for a while,
And I'll sit in the corner with my painted smile,
Waiting for the time when she wants to play,
But she looks at me and says "not today".