My Dear child
your thoughts stray so easily
to simple things
like the fish shaped clouds
with angel wings
A fork is not a fork
but an aeroplane
and little Paul
or little Jane
have no worry in the world
except if they might get
strawberries and cream
a playful shriek
a laughing scream
as the rain pours down wet and mild
You are perfect dear child
your thoughts stray so easily
to simple things
like the fish shaped clouds
with angel wings
A fork is not a fork
but an aeroplane
and little Paul
or little Jane
have no worry in the world
except if they might get
strawberries and cream
a playful shriek
a laughing scream
as the rain pours down wet and mild
You are perfect dear child
