Monday, December 05, 2011

Under The Table

I love being under tables,
It's another world for me,
I crawl through the curtain, into my hideout,
Like a fish under the sea,

And no one knows where I am,
So I can think of my next step,
I may jump out and yell, "surprise!",
And everyone'd be scared, I bet,

Or maybe I should start to plan an adventure,
The legs will be the branches of a tree,
And once I get through this forest,
I will call all of my friends to me,

Because it's alright,
To escape where you are sometimes.
Your brain has lots of worlds inside of it,
And they need to be explored, just like mine.

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