Leonard My Brownie

Leonard he is and Leonard he’ll be. Born one fine day in a hollow oak tree. When he came out he started chasing me. A tiny little brownie built like a pee wee. He and I once went on a little growing spree. We planted flowers with relish and warm glee. Never knowing how much fun it could be, Brownie Leonard, sunlight, water and me. He is gone right now, visiting Waikiki. I cannot wait until my brownie returns to me.