A World Of His Own...

A little boy was he,

His parents named him, 'Jerry',

He loved berries, 

In books he found himself buried. 

His favorite place... the window, 

That overlooked the meadows, 

He visualized the world go slow, 

He wanted to paint like Van Gogh. 

His mind was fascinating, 

Brimming with ideas that was interesting, 

But he found the universe exhilarating, 

And spent his time self-debating!