God made a world out of His dreams,
of magic mountains, oceans and streams.
Prairies and plains and wooded land,
Then paused and thought i need someone to stand.
On top of the mountains and to conquer the seas,
Explore the plains and climb the trees.
Someone to start out small and grow,
Sturdy and strong that the wind can't blow.
So He created boys, full of spirit and fun,
To explore and conquer, to romp and run.
With dirty faces and banged up chins,
With courageous hearts and boyish grins.
And when He had completed
the task He'd begun,
He surely said, "That's a job well done".
What are little boys made of?
Frogs and snails and puppy-dog tails.
That's what little boys are made of.
~Author Unknown~
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