It was dawn and the shtetl was still as stone Even the pigeons waited quietly for the summer day to begin Morning was Ziggy’s favorite time to think up new ideas Skipping lightly on the cobblestones he followed his father to the bakery
Look at this Papi He reached into his pocket and tossed a carved wooden block into the air It’s my new invention I call it a Ziggyball Papi raised an eyebrow That’s not a ball It’s a cube Exactly Ziggy said Now it won’t roll into the street while I’m playing Papi laughed Ziggy was always full of unusual ideas
