How old
Will I be
When I no longer
Have a bed
Of plushies
How old
Will I be
When I put them all
In a rubbermaid bid
And place it somewhere hidden
I don't think
I'll ever grow out of
My bed full of plushies
They bring my comfort
What's so wrong with that?
I like having them
Scattered across my room
Placed up high
And guarding my pillows
It's like they're watching over me
And my dreams
Keeping me safe
Letting me know
It's O.K.
To be a kid