Small child, so young, I wished for so much more

Than fantasy and play to fill my dreams

Those ancient tales of the great myths and lore

Of feathered Pegasus by icy streams

I dreamed of wizened tree with friendly face

Of the mighty centaur tribe, hunting long

Into the very heart of wood with grace

And always I beside to sing his song

A song of hero that slays the dragon

Of fiery breath against the silver sword

A song of Lady on laden wagon

Going now to comfort her wounded Lord

Small child I wished long for great adventure

And found this large world, I the inventor