The little boy is out again,
So cheering and with such a smile,
Reflecting all the world and buzz,
Which strikes and bounds in every laugh:
The almost standing in a chair,
The fire and dance in all the stories,
The looks of unstayed mirth which seek to find a mirror in another's eyes.

Deeply seated in the folds,
Of The Father's hands and I so bold,
Look to horizons through the fog,
Of time and can't contain my urge to jog,
To hurtle at adventures soon,
Yet they will come as surely as He made me His.

You've been Eugene'd,
The council convened,
You have been outpreened,
It wasn't my dream,
That they intervened,
This land in between,
Is left bare ungreened,
I hope its regreened,
We'll convene tomorrow.
\- Eugene DeGooseman