Three

In honor of A.A. Milne’s “When we were very young”, which I got to read to Olin and Abigail last night, I composed a little poem for Olin, who is not quite three (but very nearly!)

We built a train track round, around

And round and round went he.

What need is there of more than round

When he is only three?

 

We went out for a scout-about

And all about scouts he.

What need is there of more to scout

When he is only three?

 

And all the dogs are just called ‘dog’

He arfs at each, arfs he.

What need is there to name each dog

When he is only three?

 

We live a fairly simple life;

A simple life for we.

What need have we of more in life

When it is just us three?