Let\'s say you are walking around your house:
You sit down, get up, wander throughout...
Then you find the table, and also something to think about;
The book on the table, an orange, gray, and white hardback,
About the size of the average foot; you pick it up and put it back
On the table, swirling with thoughts as you take in the cover and its title--
It reminds you of Geronimo, so much so
That as you find a seat on the couch cushion,
You ask yourself quietly if maybe he\'s in this one.
\"Open the front and find out,\"
You hear the voice, urgent, but not too menacing.
You wait a moment, wondering, \"Why do I doubt?\"
Maybe it\'s time for you to stop thinking.
And so you open it!
The adventure begins as your eyelashes flutter like butterflies
And your eyes go back and forth, they so flit,
Your mind trying to find where exactly reality could fit
Inside these pages that don\'t seem to be real.
Don\'t worry about it! Turn your imagination cogs, spin those wheels!
In only a few hours, on the couch again,
The book is finished, and you think about your friends:
\"I wish I had friends who so loved this kind of adventure;
I\'ll take a kid or someone grown,
If only I don\'t have to live alone
In the adventure ahead; I\'d take a him or her,
I\'d take absolutely anyone, whoever
Is willing to cross the wobbling waterfall top\'s stones.\"
Wouldn\'t it be wonderful to have a friendly mouse?
Don\'t we all wish we had friends like Geronimo!