There was a time,
long ago,
when I was young,
I can’t believe I remember it.
I wanted a brother,
but my mother,
couldn’t stand,
or even carry him.
I just crawled,
in my rabbit hole,
talked to my friends,
I had a battalion.
They just looked,
laughed and smiled,
if they talked,
I don’t even remember it.
Oh, they were the best of friends.
That was so long ago.
They were the best of friends,
If only I knew the directions that they go.
