At just over four feet, all the courage in the land
he protects his little cousin from all that’s at hand
a piece of string tied to a mop makes a trusty steed,
He’s ready to take on dragons, he fights for whoever is in need.
He wears an birch branch on his side, it acts as his sword
after a hard battle, milk and a cookie is his only reward.
With the battle all over he comes into the house
hugs me and his mamma and then goes back out
with a milk moustache and chocolate all over his face
to save the world and make it a better place
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I adore this. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we all shared the same kind of love as a child does?
And you adore him for it! The rest of us do too. Nice poem.