You’ll never feel too old yourself If you’ve a pint-size Junior elf Who romps and plays and looks and asks And lightens all the prosaic tasks; A four-star general to whom No charger’s finer than your broom; Whose small imagination rare Finds thrills and romance everywhere; Who gets you out into the sun And makes you re-aware of fun. When home as a concern is slow, A boy’s the spark that makes it go.