TRAVIS--THE DREAM

My sixth child, Travis:

...electricity flows through his veins. Plug him in and watch him light up!...

THE DREAM

Now here's a boy whose got a dream;
it can hardly be contained.
His ideas are twirling in his head;
and he's always feelin' drained.

'Cause he stays up half the night--
workin' on some new scheme;
to build a little movie house;
to satisfy his dream.

So he bought a pile of timber,
some plastic, and a sheet.
And he stretched and nailed each corner
'til the big screen was complete.

He bought quite a projector,
that shines upon the wall.
The picture is gigantic,
and 'luminates the hall.

His first projector was really great,--
until it blew a fuse.
A small explosion shook the room,
and Dad was not amused.

The celluloid melted fast away,
the fire was soon contained.
But he didn't give up--no not he;
the story has been famed.

His mind's been twirling ever since;
his ideas are really hot.
He did some hefty figurin';
and he's a workin' out his plot.

He wants the biggest movie screen,
the world has ever found.
He'll stretch that screen wall to wall;
and blast that blessed sound!