this newest poem was a hard request,
for in memory in peace they rest,
a small life in terms embraced,
in furture fancies mind retraced,

sending them off to school,
celebrating the yearly yule,
kissing the little pains and scrapes,
tiny lessons and hairbreadth escapes,

but again in sweet summerlands,
in time we the drummer withstands,
for we have true infinite rhyme,
to hold his hand one summer time.