
When I was a lad, some clothes that I had
I outgrew and I tossed them away.
My Mom, she had found them out on the ground
And brought them right back that same day.
I then took the pile and pondered awhile
And decided that they cannot stay.
So she wouldn't nag - in the charity bag
Although some had started to fray.
They were back in my drawer where they were before.
I really can't tell you just when
I made it to end in her pile there to mend
And I never saw any again.