A Day In a Boys Life
The youngster ran happily down the old dirt road,
With all his worldly possessions, three magical rocks and a lively old toad.
He stopped at the old creek as was his daily routine,
Looking for that evasive four leaf clover in this field so green.
Well to his dismay his search was in vain,
Cause thunderclouds built up and it began to rain.
Hurriedly he ran to an old abandoned barn just up ahead,
At one time you could tell this old barn had been red.
He opened the old squeaky door and inside he did go,
Inside he found discarded treasures, rusty old horseshoes were the best don’t you know?
And broken old tools which he knew he could use,
Too, too much for such a young boy to choose.
His pockets were stuffed as he made his way back home to his house.
His momma met him at the door and said in those bulging pockets son you best not have
brought me a mouse.
Gosh no he said as he showed off his booty,
Now go wash up for supper son as she hugged her little cutie.
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