Little Jump for Joy

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.