It's a marine whale
In the dusty old stained, wooden, cupboard
It's a valuable object locked away
Rich, rocking, red
The logos stitched down
Like a stingray at the bottom of the sea
The boys in the black, white and blue
The memories linger with my mind
Old,
     Coal,
             Ivory and
                            Ultramarine
It holds my future
In the
        Stained,
                     Wood,
                                Cupboard