Mark Twain and Samuel Clemens

Old crusty

I think you thought you were

Witty

Clever old man

But I can see you

Looking down

The slow,

Sassy

Mississippi

Remembering boyhood days

And you make me

Want to throw off my shoes

And run in the scrub

Along the banks

Of that grand river

Find a cave

You know the meaning of

Adventure

And the meaning of childhood

Dreams