As a child I sung
Thum de dum thum
As I walked by rivers
With my hair round my thumb

I dreamed of names
Such as cleo and james
To name my dollies
When I'd play my games

And I'd walk right along
(The rain'd sing my song)
And I'd see sun paint
Smiles on the sad throngs

Who can be a poet?
Can anyone know it?
For those who are great
Harvest what sowed it.

Do dreams grow on trees?
Can they be more than they seem?
Wishes feed on to realness
Just as diamonds when they gleam

You and I are pronouns
In the future that is unfound
And for ourselves we wrote that paragraph
That is yet to be unbound

I'd go along with thinking
Will my ships go without sinking?
And I'd then awake
With still not an inkling.

*just something i threw together...