The world was made for little boys With infinite wonders and myriad joys As he explores the source of brooks Or recorded lore in interesting books. As he trails fierce bears imaginary Or listens quietly for the wild canary, There are trees to climb--birds to hear, Animals to greet with love--not fear. They have no idea what goes on in your mind. Even in chaos, a clear notion. A work of art to behold, A treasure more precious than gold.