The Boy Who Wouldn’t Stop Wanting To Be Tarzan

The boy who wanted, to be Tarzan,

Swung from tree to tree, in his garden

Always finishing his tea;

Building strong muscles was the key.

His muscles grew so big and hard

One day he cartwheeled, into next door’s yard;

Much to the shock of the neighbour’s dog;

Who growled and howled leaping off his log.

The fearsome beast licked the boys face clean;

Very friendly, not angry and never ever mean.

“I want to be Tarzan.” said the boy, not coy.

“I want to be a lion,” replied the dog to the boy.

The boy couldn’t believe his ears

To hear words from a dog he used to fear.

“Your a lion I’m Tarzan.” The Boy whispers in the dog’s ear.

As they play together, in a garden near.