A fantasy place for my young nephew
|A place for Markie has a moon.
No clouds hide the stars that bloom.
Surrounded by an endless sky,
No walls confine the little guy.
A place for Markie's painted blue
Where boyhood wishes all come true.
There's lots to touch like spongy fluff
And water and sandpaper stuff.
A place for Markie smells like flowers,
And kids can bathe in chocolate showers!
Emmy's toys are shared with Brother,
But none of Markie's with another.
No monsters lurk in Markie's place.
Aliens stay in outer space.
Only a moon lurks in the darkie,
The sleepy dream, the place for Markie.