In his heart brimming river’s flow
When he sees it passing below
He on the bridge cries ‘train, train’
Goes back to be a child again!

A child that’s what he loves to stay
Refuses to go the grownups’ way
Being a kid is pleasure immense
Smallest things tickle the sense!

He shuns adults their company
Their faces somber as somber could be
Their lack of laugh frowned eyebrows
Creased countenance stern morose!

He nicely fits in his childlike poise
Claps when glad dances in rejoice
Catches a grasshopper in palm holds rain
Lovingly goes back to be a child again!