Hickory dickory dock
said the rat that went up the clock
so I sang as a child
all day a play day
with nothing on my minds eye
Always an adventure on the morrow
Always wanted to know 
What it would be like
To be an adult on the field
Richer a man would I be
If a dime was paid on every thought
Years later in the field
I wanted the child's way
So I dropped my tools of work
And went on an adventure
one I would remember 
one I would not forget
But one I would account 
At my journeys end