The child was small and he was sweet.
Little legs took him down the street.
Four feet tall, quiet as a mouse.
He was walking to his friends house.
Clouds parted, ending a shower.
He saw a beautiful flower.
A bumble bee landing on it.
Bee and flower, a perfect fit.
Then off it went past the boys head,
Leaving behind the flower red.
So then he walked further along.
Humming to himself, a nice song.
A neighbor is cleaning his boat,
Now the young boy takes off his coat.
Almost there, a beautiful day.
A perfect one for boys to play.
To his friends house he does arrive.
Hours for fun, mom says home at five.