Innocence Lost

Where, I wonder, do childhood dreams go— Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, Jack Frost. There must be a place, don't you know? Must be a place for innocence lost. Our parents endowed our tender years With legends that made life enchanting. Elves and fairies wiped away tears, And were generous in their granting. But boys and girls are young for a wink— Their childhood dreams left behind. Where do they go? I'm inclined to think Straight into another generation's mind.