Philip Larkin — Take One Home fo the Kiddies

On shallow straw, in shadeless glass, Huddled by empty bowls, they sleep: No dark, no dam, no earth, no grass- /Mam, get us one of those to keep./ Living toys are something novel, But it soon wears off somehow. Fetch the shoebox, fetch the shovel- /Mam, we're playing funerals now./