When the guys are little
They play with Tonka toys
Rough and tumble husky things
Yes, they’re made for little boys
Diggin’ in the dirt is what
Truly makes them a boy
Face all grimy and hands are too
It’s what those kids enjoy
We think they’re pretty cute
These little miniature men
And then they grow up, of course
We look back on where they’ve been
But as a grown up man it’s sexy
They are rough and tumble still
As we watch the huge equipment
Climbing up a red-dirt hill
They’ve got that hard-hat on
Movin’ rock and dirt and such
What would we do without them?
For we need their talent very much
So yes, they start when they’re babies
Playing with those miniature toys
It teaches them to become good men
And no longer little boys!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem