Oh, Dream...

I dream of a boy on Galla Creek
To share his time with me
And to play with three little girls
To laugh and run with glee.

When Clayton comes next summer
To spend his time with Pop
Gigi will cook him breakfast
And then they'll play and romp.

His cousins from down the road
Will also spend the night
There will be no bedtime limit
They can play until daylight.

When Clayton lives out his summer's
On Galla Creek with us
We promise not to spoil him
And never make him fuss.

When he is an old man
And gray the color of his head
He will think of all those times
He slept in Poppa's bed.