The child within
A rock might be a castle
from where one might defend
The honor of the bravest knight
time and time again
A stick could be a stallion
galloping through the west
Ofcourse its known by all who play
old mops and brooms are best
A woodshed makes a perfect mine
to dig a ton of gold
A wagon proves a perfect cart
to haul this mighty load
Mud delivers those tasty pies
for one and all to share
The evidence of such a thing
is on the clothes they wear
All of this seems silly
to adults like me and you
Remember once upon a time
we were children too
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