from a boy’s dessert

...In a place not too far, but really not near,
There lived “a rool” which everyone feared....
A rule so firm, it stood like a tree....
To break the rule, the penalty dear.
No one dared break the rule that everyone feared.

..Yet, one day, a boy, not much bigger than you,
Came to this place for fun and a row.
He came with a spirit as big as the sky,
And a mind full of questions, like the question “Why?”
He wanted to know and he wanted to try.
There wasn’t a rule that he wouldn’t defy....

...The meal was served, some stuff and some mor’.
Some the boy ate, some he dropped on the floor.
He ate very quickly, with but one thing in mind–-
He emptied his plate clean-–-ready for dessert-time.
Then, “What’s for dessert?” he cried out at last....

...Then in the deep, dark silence that filled the sky,
Came the sound of the Croo toward the asker-why....
With stern, stolid faces they surrounded the tot,
And stared a stern stare that hurt a lot.

...The boy felt a tear form in his eye,
A tear almost as big as the biggest blue sky.
But he knew what he wanted-–-he just wanted to know-–-
His want was as deep as deep layers of snow.
Then suddenly, “What’s for dessert!?” he shouted again;
Again the same question--again and again an’ again!...