Flying kites and pillow fights
And lay me down to sleep nights
Lions and apes and towel capes
For Captain Marvel flying
Skipping rocks and building blocks
And Joe Palooka fighting
Kicking cans and Kool Aid stands
And lots of fish for biting
Jumping jacks and marble sacks
And treasures in a stocking
Raccoon tails and cowboy jails
And make like keys for locking
Butter churns and windmill turns
And mama's morning laughter
Running free, my dog and me
And dragons running after
Climbing trees and skinned-up knees
And a broomstick horse for riding
Bales of hay to hide and play
And a hound for sit beside me
Bear traps laid and slingshots made
From grandma's worn-out girdles
Popgun soldiers on the prowl
For grizzly bears and turtles
Beds of grain and sheets of rain
And hold tight nights of thunder
Owls that hoot and Lash Larue
And heroes gone asunder
Nightmare fears and grandma's tears
And gingerbread to bake me
Where was I when childhood died
And manhood came to take me
