Every year they come again
Pug nosed and pigtailed
Guiniveres in distress
And awkward little Lancelots
Out to slay themselves a dragon
Wearing dress-ups
or tennis shoes and blue jeans
And riding little red wagons

Maybe you remember
the boy you used to be
And the time you said you’d be richer
That J. Paul What’s His Name
Me – I was going to be Trigger
Except with a black mane

Funny actually
You know today I can’t even whinny
But the kid next door
who always wanted to play Einstein
came pretty close
He’s balding in the right spots
And doing scientific tests
Just outside of Los Alamos

That’s the trouble with being
Fledgling Lancelots and Guiniveres
It’s so easy to grow up
And find all those dragons
You were going to slay
And all those black prince’s dungeons
Where you and I used to play