My little men are playing hard
their jumbled shrieks of glee
Will prove an ever constant source
of wonderment to me.
It is not meet that we should know
of all the words they speak
For half the joy of their long day
are secrets they need keep.
And in their world of little men
where adults cannot be
All men are brave and strong and good
in faith, they’re not yet three.
Claire V. Bogdanos 