Hunting for Sparks

You told me to get you sparks, so I climbed down from the shelf and began my search! Across the wide wooden desk, past tall pencil cups, a little round tin caught my button eyes. Inside were tiny, gleaming brass fasteners that shimmered brightly in the afternoon sun—almost like little drops of golden fire! I picked up three of the smoothest, shiniest split pins and tucked them snugly into my front bib pocket. They clinked together with a cheerful little tap against my chest. Whenever you need them, I have your sparks safe and sound right here!