by John Vance Cheney
I had a playmate when a boy,
His name was Little Jump for Joy;
When I was seven he, too, was seven,
He said that he was born in Heaven.
His yellow hair was very curly,
We were together late and early;
I thought, at least in summer weather,
We two should always be together.
But on a day long, long ago,
He left me—how, I hardly know;
Much as the sunlight leaves the day,
He shook his locks, and slipt away.
Last updated January 14, 2019