Little boys in puddles jumping
Through the fields and woods go thumping.
Noise and chaos follow them,
Kicking up stones and chasing the hen.
Through the yard and to the hay
climb the stack and jump and play.
Little boys so wild and tough
we find their play is sometimes rough.
They soon grow up with bigger toys
Even then they still make noise.
Trade toy cars for motor bike
Not for them a quiet hike.
Small boy, big boy much the same
Not sure if they are ever tame.
©Janice Schaub 2011
How true! This poem is great!
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