When I was a small child

My fantasy ran wild

It began one day outside

When my guinea pigs had died

 

In the dark dark night

They had been filled with fright

The wolverine was thrilled

And now they were both killed

 

Their death filled me with blame

But I turned it to a game

I had this one close friend

And we would play pretend

 

My pets were now secret agents

We imagined in the basement

In our minds they were James Bond

And gone to a world beyond

 

We pretended they had run away

(But really they were helpless prey)

We put on our detective shoes

And went outside to find some clues

 

Dressed up in our long coats

We scribbled down some notes

We walked and talked for hours

About our superpowers

 

The adventure stopped out on the road

When we could not break their code

It’s something I remember

Our adventure that September