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