Wild Child

A boy all alone, with Binky in tow
In search of that place where the wild things grow
No compass in hand to say where to go
An innocent child would already know 

He traveled by day and traveled by night 
By the sun's red glow and the full moon's light 
Bravely forged ahead with untrammeled sight
The sheer audacity of this lads plight

Over hill and dale, what progress he made 
Determined he trudged over field and glade
Near the end of hope, the boy kneeled and prayed
Resting only now under forest shade

I want to stay here, teach me what you know 
Please Lord, I have no other place to go 
Now this child of four, Binky still in tow
Will live in the woods where the wild things grow

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