To Market Bob!

You can’t sell a cotton swab

If he does not have ears

You can’t sell a hanger, Bob

If wrinkles give no fears

You can’t sell a cowbells’ sound

To kids that have no farms

You can’t sell the drum set sound

The boy has little arms

You can’t sell your good advice

Until the student’s ready

He won’t hear not once or twice

Still clinging to his teddy

Bob wait until demand is there

To market you will go

Invest in patience and in prayer

The boy you know will grow

He’ll tuck away his teddy, ready for the sells

Now he buys the cotton swabs, the boy he now has ears

You’ll sell the sound of drums and bells

The music he now hears

You’ll sell the sound of sweet advice

And hangers for his clothes

Your prayer and patience were the price

For all the things he knows