Whimsy

He recalled, back in the day
echoes of glee, shouts of  joy
‘there be pirates that a way’
when broomsticks could be a toy

Before mass media’s force
Before the Internet’s trance
Before you had to lock the doors
when on a broomstick you could prance

He recalled, back in the day
echoes of glee, shouts of  joy
‘there be pirates that a way’
when broomsticks could be a toy

Kids today too fast must grow
Forced into the real world young
I miss when time strolled past slow
And icky girls we’d all shun

He recalled, back in the day
echoes of glee, shouts of  joy
‘there be pirates that a way’
when broomsticks could be a toy

Man had just learned of flight
and a barrel was my plane
readin’  was by candlelight
and straw was my horse’s mane

He recalled, back in the day
echoes of glee, shouts of  joy
‘there be pirates that a way’
when broomsticks could be a toy

We won the war to end them all
the markets had yet to crash
Babe Ruth was less bucks, more ball
No trash talk, just takin’ out the trash

He recalled, back in the day
echoes of glee, shouts of  joy
‘there be pirates that a way’
when broomsticks could be a toy

Now their cryin’ ‘round the old man
Sad about their selfish loss
but for him, he’s young again
Full of whimsy, on his broom hoss

He is now back in the day
squealing with glee, shouts of  joy
‘there be pirates that a way’
a broomstick is again his toy