Oh, for boyhood's painless play,
Sleep that wakes in laughing day,
Health that mocks the doctor's rules,
Knowledge never learned of schools,
Of the wild bee's morning chase,
Of the wild flower's time and place,
Flight of fowl and habitude
Of the tenants of the wood;
How the tortoise bears his shell,
How the woodchuck digs his cell,
And the groundmole sinks his well;
How the robiin feeds her young,
How the oriole's nest is hung,
Where the whitest lilies blow,
Where the freshest berries grow,
Where the ground-nut trails its vine,
Where the wood-grape's clusters shine,
Of the black wasp's cunning way,--
......Hand in hand with her he walks,
Face to face with her he talks,
Part and parcel of her joy,----
Blessings on the barefoot boy!

from The Barefoot Boy by John Greenleaf Whittier

do you remember
 feeling you'll never grow up
 feeling you'll never get old
 feeling you'll never die

grow up