I asked a young child to draw me a dragon
and he drew a snake and added on some wings.
When I questioned how he'd take-off and land without legs
he said I shouldn't worry bout such thing,
the dragon could jump off a mountain high
and with one great downbeat soar beyond the sky
and once flying why should he want to come down?

I asked a young child to sketch me a horse
and she drew the body, legs, tail, neck, head, mane
when I questioned the acsence of a bridle or a saddle
she said there was no need for them.
The horse was a living creature wasn't he?
So he had the right to run wild and free.
Why should he bear a human weight around?

I asked a child to draw me her imaginary fried
she showed me eyes, nose and mouth, said "This is Sam"
I asked was Sam a boy or girl and she relayed my question
then told me her friend said "Doesn't matter what I am"
She explained to me that gender wasn't important here
whenever she needed someone Sam was always near,
what else really mattered in a friend?

I asked a child to draw me a picture of the world.
I expected a blue and green ball,
but he handed me the sheet just a few seconds later
with nothing on the surface at all.
He told me that for each of us the world's a different thing
limited only by our mind's imagining
so why try to constrain my views to his?

I closed my eyes, picked up a pen and drew imagination
to my surprise I saw I'd drawn a child.
And in its eyes both innocence and years of ancient wisdom,
the knowledge it was born to run free and wild.
For a child knows things we've learned to forget,
unfettered, untainted by our world as yet.
So why do we tell them they must grow up?