Finding something once fills your heart with wonder

But finding something twice is something to ponder

You might think that the feeling won’t remain the same

But sometimes the found still counts in the game

Perhaps the sky always fills with rain

But don’t let that fill you with pain

Not first or second or third or last

Matters if you get put in a cast

Rediscover what you already know

And remind yourself of the good old show

The thrill and wonder never ends

If it you do it over and over, and not pretend