Is it fun being two, is the world a big place?
Fairy stories in eiderdown tickling your face.
Are there goblins and elves at the end of your bed
Spinning promises for you in fine golden thread?
Are there make believe dragons which fly in your mind
Breathing wishes of fire on all they can find?
Is everything new and exciting and bold
With no thoughts of tomorrow to make you grow old?
Is snow an adventure in mountains of ice?
Do owls and doves speak of great paradise?
And the sea, never ending, can swallow it all.
And a cloud is a train or a dog with a ball.
Rainbows are angels, their wings in the sky,
With stars for their haloes, the moon for their smile.
And when days lead to evenings do shadows hold dread,
Or do ghosts smile a place for a weary young head?