Stop a yellow bullet with your bare hand.
Fire it again, and ride it through this land.
Journey up the hill, natives call the Mount.
Pass the obelisk and the sparkling fount.
Near the hub, where the weary will arrive,
the minutes left for you are under five.
Turn to face the way of pale, fading light.
Find Park and see how tender is the night.
A stack of books,
In front of me.
Lots of fun when
Read by Mommy.
She acts funny as she talks,
I’ve even watched her show me
How a monkey walks!
She sounds funny when she speaks,
She barks and moos, and sometimes squeaks!
She wonders why I want to read them,
So many times a day.
Well, all you have to do is watch her—what else can I say?