Red Heads

Red Heads

Have you listened to the stories told,
By a redheaded four year old.
The world is but a tune,
And the clouds give birth to the moon.

Yellow kittens, fierce and strong,
Are turned to baby dolls at noon.
Little fir balls, always right, never wrong,
And then the clouds give birth to the moon.

Fish and alligators, they do bite,
If little ones go near the water at night.
Snakes and bears are given lots of room,
And the clouds still give birth to the moon.

But when we lay down to rest,
Safe and warm in the parents nest.
All the tales and fears fade away,
'Til morning brings more play.

And you know I could swear,
As I climbed to bed up the stairs.
That the clouds just gave birth,
To the moon!

By -Douglas Bleak-