Claire V. Bogdanos

I’d often thought when I was young

Of all the songs that children sung

As in the morn they’d skip to school

And chant about the golden rule.

These songs were full of magic things

And bursting with imaginings,

Like fairy wings, angelic bells

And pirates gold that time foretells !

A scary bit ’bout Halloween

And “little” folk we have not seen

Or frogs that speak and brooms that fly

A dish and spoon that dance on high !

Oh, how much fun childhood has seen

One might pretend to be a queen

And I could wish for one more chance

To meet my prince and find romance !