This was originally published as you see it here, with my son's picture, far away in another galaxy......(From memory)
My eyes are like rockets
They catch each fleeting flick,
Nothing can escape me
I'm cunning, I'm slick
I can outrun a wildcat
match it bound for bound,
It would take forty wranglers
just to tie me down
I fear no being
I'm brave and I'm bold,
I'm king of the mountain
I'm three years old.
[Clell West]