Friends

Do I tell him it's just yellow metal?

It can't talk or scheme, wrestle with him...

...it can't share snacks, or laugh at silly jokes...
...No, I won't tell him, but I have to admit-it does get down in the dirt with him...
...it goes wherever he goes, loyally; he talks to it all day long, and I guess the truck listens...

...so I think he's got a pretty good first little friend -his truck.