Growing Up

          When I was seven
          We went for a picnic
          Up to a magic
          Foresty place.
          I knew there were tigers
          Behind every boulder,
          Though I didn’t meet one
          Face to face.

          When I was older
          We went for a picnic
          Up to the very same
          Place as before,
          And all of the trees
          And the rocks were so little
          They couldn’t hide tigers
          Or me any more.