Once upon a time and a very good time it was,

A moocow ambled down the old country lane,

Sunlight dripped like honey on its hide,

A simple scene, yet a tale to be told,

Through the eyes of a nicens little boy.

Baby Tuckoo, with eyes wide as the sky,

Gazed upon the moocow with wonder pure,

The world unfurled in soft, vibrant hues,

Each step a brushstroke on life's canvas.

The moocow’s gentle low, a soothing lullaby,

A melody of days unburdened and free,

Tuckoo’s laughter, a symphony of youth,

Echoed through fields where dreams took flight.

In the dance of light and shadow they played,

The moocow and the boy, in timeless embrace,

Life’s first whispers etched in memory’s ink,

Stories spun from threads of innocence.

A portrait painted with the heart’s own hand,

Of a boy, a moocow, and a world so grand,

Moments that breathe in the spaces between,

The start of a journey, where the artist is seen.

Based on "A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man" by James Joyce