• Once upon a time,
    in my own little ryme,
    I was the princess of my house
    though I was quite as a mouse.

    My mom was the queen,
    and my dad, the king,
    my dog was the dragon,
    my chariot, a wagon.

    A baton was my mike,
    my bed was my stage,
    dolls where my audiance,
    they listened when I played.

    Those days of my youth
    which passed by so fast...
    though my imagination soared,
    it wasn't to last.

    As I got older
    the fantasy of my mind
    grew boring and childish
    there where othe activities to find.

    Now my dogs just a dog,
    and logs are just logs,
    a stick's not a sword,
    and boards are just boareds.

    If only those days would return,
    The one's I miss most,
    I would ever be happy...
    the emotion with age I lost.