If I could trade places
With little, happy boys
I’d fit in tiny spaces
I’d play with fun new toys
If I could run and play
With glee and wild delight
I’d relish each new day
I’d drink in each new sight
If I could dance and rolick
With wildness, joy and cheer
I’d race around and frolick
I’d gallop far and near
But now that I am growing
I should act more my age
But oh how staid and boring
To turn to that new page
So I’ll still play and scamper
With my two little boys
And I won’t put a damper
On their delight and joy
a pinch of homestead 
