Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there. I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.

If ever I said in grief or pride, I'd tired of honest things, I lied.

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.

Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour falls from the sky a meteoric shower of facts; They lie unquestioned, uncombined. Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill is daily spun, But there exists no loom to weave it into fabric.