Imagined in the recessed mind of third grade fantasy play,

Off charge knights at play,

All bright with the same magical flight,

Carrying them onward on superstitious flight,

Don’t step on that crack,

Don’t your mother’s back will crack,

Take control of that magical imagination,

Carrying us on the sea of vivid subtropic imgination,

Where Oblivian meets Oblivion,

Oblivian deludes Oblivion,

Into that cherished childhood memory,

Those things held as treasures, that deep memory,

The first one that led to imaginative adventures,

Carrying us humans onward into a world full of adventures.