A symphony in puddles found,
With laughter echoing all around,
Tiny philosophers astound,
Where grown-up minds are wisdom-bound.
A cardboard crown, a stick-horse steed,
The purest joy, a boundless creed,
We trade for suits and pressing need,
Forgetting fortune plants a seed
In muddied knees and joyful shouts,
A world unwound where wonder sprouts.
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Ink And Reason 