My world

A sleeping little child all snuggled to his bear
Bats his eyes in sweet dreams
Oh how I wonder what he sees
When he is off in a world all his own
Does he dream of puppy dogs and puddles of mud?
Or does he dream of balls and bats and fun games to play
Oh how I wonder what he is going to be
Or the fun things he is going to do
But for now, my sweet little child
Who lay sleeping in his bed
That is all he is, my world