Tickets to Ride

 

There’s a place in my garden

where I keep all my tools,

my tickets to ride

where the animals go.

 

One feather in hand

and I start to rise,

one mud-caked stone

and I’m climbing mountains.

 

Somewhere for me

to have oodles of fun,

somewhere to romp

amongst the wild things.

 

One jewel of a leaf

and the jungle calls out,

one serpentine stick

and they’re running for cover.

 

One shell full of water

and I surf angry waves,

one lace from a shoe

and I’m swinging from branches.

 

Mind where you step

you could join my next ride;

mind where you sit

you may end up inside: an elephant’s trunk,

a shark’s mouth, a tiger’s jaw!