In the first grade, I was a fire-breathing dragon.
The path to school was cold and treacherous, and
I exhaled plumes of smoke with icy lips, because
foul-mouthed boys chased me into the unknown.

In the second grade, a penguin with a talking hat
befriended me. A jolly good fellow! She was a loyal
companion. Her hat was too—but not by choice.
He was glued on, and he was always grumpy.

In the third grade, the universe chose me.
Worlds created at my fingertips, BIG and WIDE!
Creatures served me, characters loved me.
My world bends at my will, at my control.

God is not a man, but a child.