In the dreamscape of your childhood
Are many amazing things
Nightmares running roughshod
And magical golden rings

An elf, slender and lithe
And an oak tree, vast and wise
A boat to sail the ocean with
And princes in disguise

A gleaming castle in the sky
Perhaps a cake or candy bar
Shoes of leather, made to fly
And quests of glory up afar

Childhood is a time of dreams
An age of wonders for the mind
A tapestry of Color, and golden seams
Often hard to leave behind

Reality, in comparison, can be a gruesome thing
Harsh and rough and sometimes bleak
But remember the elf and the golden ring
Greet adulthood with tongue in cheek