He's growing like a weed
Running at full speed
Thoughts are burning
Machinery is churning
Big boy bed,
For his little head
He will dream visions powered by steam,
Of things he saw in books
There was a shark
Then a meadowlark
Turtles and "fishes,"
Who have wishes,
Other than the sea
Throughout the night,
You can see the white puffs of steam floating in the bedroom
Grab your silver "stoom,"
And scoop them into your mouth
Copyright 2010 Joshua Larson
Thursday, May 20, 2010
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