The sun it sank behind the trees
and Eggy's hair blew in the breeze
as he got down upon his knees
and concentrated hard.

He broke a branch, and on the ground
he dragged its dusty tip around
until the drawing, he had found
was one of his own face.

He drew himself laughing, afloat
a dancing moonlight taffy boat
and underneath it all, he wrote
"Please wind, do not erase."

He added smiling mermaids and
a strip of distant golden sand
and with a twisting of his hand
he made the fishes dance

And, drawing foamy ocean sheep
inside his kingdom of the deep
lonely Eggy fell asleep
with mud caked on his pants.

The sun had gone behind the hill
with crickets chirping sweet and shrill,
when the wind swept from the windowsill
a swirling cloud of dust.

It curled around young Eggy's head
all nestled on its elbow bed
and softly stroked his fingers, spread
in innocent young trust.

The wind it took his chubby hand
and blew him to his magic land
inside his drawing in the sand,
which then it swept away.

And when his mother came outside
she could not hear the rising tide
or see him happily astride
the dolphins in the spray;

And though his height and missing tooth
are plastered on a tollway booth
I'm telling you the fateful truth
of that weary distant day

And if you dream and you can trace
your wishes on a dusty space,
don't trust the wind to save your place
or you'll get blown away.