Here’s a poem by my father that he wrote at age 7:
I always want more than I can tell
And other folks just want a smell.
I always want things for my bike
But I don’t always get what I like.
When I ever go into the store
I want those things more and more.
I want something that’ll make a noise
But of course you know I’m like most boys.
I like to make airplanes you know
I rather do that than play in the snow.
But if that would make me real happy
I don’t think I’d have time to help my pappy.