Childhood is a magical land

One we can never return to.

A land of mystery and suspense.

A land of sadness, tears and laughter 

The powers that be are hidden in forests and words 

We climb pine trees unthinking of danger

And hate the pine sap stuck to hands

Adults are strange creatures

With strange ideas and issues

They are the Sausalito of cities

With a strange hat shop

That we love.