A kindly old lady came across a little boy sitting on the pavement crying his eyes out. What's the matter? she asked. It's my birthday! he hollered. And I had a bicycle and a new tracksuit and this afternoon there's to be a party with crisps and jelly and a birthday cake and a disco afterwards. . . and he had to stop talking because he was crying so hard. But that's lovely, said the old lady. Why are you crying? Because I'm lost!