[Not sure when I would have written this, but clearly sometime after reading the Pern books.]
This might have been in some school collection.
My mother wrote down the song/poem I was singing to myself at age four and pinned it up in our hallway. [That evidence of early creativity and my family's support for it remained in view there for 30 years]
I thought I planned
A magic wand,
A wand, a wand, a magic wand
But what I wanted was a dawn
But they cannot know when
Because they're not my friends.
The little ones run from side to side
Lie down here, lie down there,
And where, where, where.
Then it is the end.
Then I said I'll go to bed.
– Dinah 1969