Fun Days With Dick and Jane

With a resourceful and older brother, My early childhood was so much fun, Such as being drawn in his red wagon, And sledding in the late winter sun! When I was just learning how to read, I had to choose the only book I could, And sitting in the sunset, I prettied, As everything awash in radiance should! How Dick and Jane laughed in the rain! Playing with Spot and Sally and Puff; Bright blossoms found their new domain, And there could never again be enough! Homemade kites, marbles, and sunbeams, And wintry snowmen with button eyes; The scene was set for lifelong dreams, Like the endless quest of butterflies! Such fun I had with my very first book, In the barely fluent, nursery rhyme days, Under the pink clouds in my emerald nook, That fruitfully abounded in golden rays!