Stick

If you find a good stick,
          A sound stick, a strong stick,
A stick that doesn't crack
          When it's whacked against a tree;
If you find a good stick, 
          A straight stick, a long stick,
Then come and find me in among the trees so I can see!

It can be a broadsword,
          An old one, a sharp one,
We'll hunt out all the monsters
          Lurking just behind the trees.
It can be a standard,
          A tall one, a carved one,
A handkerchief can be the flag which billows in the breeze.

It can be a hiking staff,
          A worn one, a trusty one,
We'll venture through the forest 
          Climbing over every rock.
It can be a ships oar,
          A great one, a sturdy one,
A swing will be our vessel with the playground as a dock.

Or it can be our good stick,
          Our sound stick, our strong stick,
The stick we found this morning
          Lying underneath a tree,
Yes, it'll be our good stick,
          Our straight stick, our long stick,
We'll take it home and play with it tomorrow, you and me.