child's play

a simple pattern, a simple smile
it makes a child laugh, it goes a long while
and what we may do on a sweet summer's day
has nothing to do with their sweet children's play
for who can tell, in summer or winter
(or spring or autumn, i don't think it matters)
that the carrot's a nose, or that the stick's a gun
the dog a carthorse, for their ten bricks and one
the tree a great tower for little indians and soldiers
who shake dowh the pink flowers (on enemies) like boulders
the teddy bear a spy, in daddy's boot to fly
the milk carton a sanctuary for lizards and such
the brick be to hit the window of that neighbour you dont half like as much
the table a great podium to talk to the troops
before going to war with tomatoes and 'shrooms
the list goes on but i'm rather confused.
but who can say what goes in their Minds?
frankly speaking, i'm quite left behind.