You be Huck, and I'll be Tom
We'll outwit Injun Joe.
Rebecca can play Becky Thatcher,
Gone to a place we know.

Or you be Tom, and I'll be Huck,
And whitewash your front fence.
Paid with foundstuff treasure
For your recompense.

Or North of Shangri-La we'll go.
Fantasy everywhere you look.
South of Oz, or Narnia calls,
Treasure Island, Jungle Book.

Birthdays come and years mount horses.
Some are bad, and some are good.
Our carousel still spins, dear brother,
With every dream of childhood.