He eats the nuggets, most of the fries.
Enjoys the chocolate milk that I let him buy.
Digs out the toy and enjoys it a second
Then flings it aside when a rescue it beckons
He flips up the box and disguises himself
And leaves me alone to read by myself.
The power it seems is not just in the hat,
But how he wears it, or looks so all that.
Soon every kid has dumped out the meal,
But none wear the box with Walter's appeal.