• A child's eyes are different
    They don't see things the same
    In a child's hand we see "a stick"
    He sees the sword of wonderwick
    A shining blade, not knobbly wood
    He stands where knights and princes stood
    While through our eyes we see a tree
    He fights a monster valiantly
    Children all can see things still
    That we, the grown-ups, never will