The no name child

There was a no named child, who always skipped about, he never had a care he never had a doubt.

The people always asked him " whats you name kid spill it out!"
But that kid never answered, never cried he'd never shout.

I saw him in the park gliding down the slide, he seemed to like the ride.

He wore a knitted sweater he always kept around, and where ever you saw it he was some where to be found.

I asked why he hides his name he said "i just don't see why a name makes me more of a kid" "it bothers people so but I don't mean to keep it hid."

So why wont you say it ,you know I want to hear ? he leaned over real polite and whispered his name in my ear.

The name i keep to myself for only me and I, you can find it out use your imagination and finish the poem the way you'd like.