I REMEMBER KINDERGARTEN .. AND WHAT I LIKED BEST
WAS A FUNNY LITTLE RUG I LAY ON FOR MY REST.
BIG ENOUGH TO WRAP AROUND ME, THICK ENOUGH TO HUG.
I EVEN HAD A NAME FOR MINE ... I CALLED IT SNUGGLE RUG.

I'D CLOSE MY EYES, START TO DRIFT AND LET MY MIND CONTRIVE,
HOW MY FUNNY RUG MIGHT LOOK IF IT WERE ALIVE
AND EVERY TIME, MY RUG WOULD CHANGE
INTO THIS GIANT CREATURE
A BEST FRIEND ... STRONG AND WISER .. EVEN THAN MY TEACHER.

SNUGGLE HELPED WITH SIMPLE QUESTIONS ...
MADE ME FEEL SECURE.
THEN AT 8, I KNEW IT ALL, RUGS WERE ... IMMATURE.

GRADUATED, DEDICATED, RELOCATED, COMPENSATED.
CORPORATED, VERY MATED, OVER-WEIGHTED, PROBABLY SATED.
CONSTIPATED, OPERATED, RADIATED, NAUSEATED.
HOW'D I GET SO ANTIQUATED WITH MY LIFE SO COMPLICATED?

MAYBE I CAN FIND MY RUG AND SIMPLIFY AGAIN.
OH, SNUGGLE RUG, PLEASE REMIND ME ...
ALL YOU TOLD ME THEN.                           Dale Hale