Catch me, Dad,
The floor’s a lake, we’re skipping stones,
Our voices rise in joyful tones.
With every leap, the world’s our stage,
No thoughts of time, no sense of age.

Catch me, Dad,
The lawn’s a jungle, wild and free,
We swing through branches, just you and me.
A cardboard box becomes a plane,
We take off, laughing, through the...