A child sits on a curb at the age of four The crowd wonders “Is a young boy at the door?” An old gray man lost in nature’s own grind soon places himself in a wee lad’s mind
Neighbors arrive looking for a small tot who playfully thinks about fun a lot Thin-haired old man lost in nature’s tight lock, sad, sits at the curb on Riverton’s block
Police arrive and parents fret Their baby taken away, that’s not known yet A wrinkled old man now laughs and thinks “Happy days past and youthful high jinks”
Both Mom and Dad frantic, milling about Deity Holstein smiles and then starts to pout A rather young senior stands up at last Deity Holstein is starved and needs a repast
“Nice little kid,” M’am, sure hope he’s OK” Up for lunch he climbs, with saunter and sway Charmed old man’s dreams have quickly passed Deity Holstein is home at last!
Walks the halls of 11 Riverton Drive Child’s play ended when he was about five “Sure, many more years!” now shouts aloud Suddenly giving hope to the gathered crowd
Alas, young Deity’s gone, no more we need know His demise took place when the strong winds did blow
An old gray man lost in nature’s own grind Deity Holstein has left no relics behind.
