If camp was short one maniac
Before they found him, they’re on track
By now, ‘tis sure, for there’s no lack
Of energy around Isaac.
He loves to talk of thoughtful things
And when he feels like it, he sings.
The trees he climbs! The discs he flings!
The flying leaps he takes from swings!
He’s pretty tall, ’bout six foot four:
His legs are long, to reach the floor.
He runs and plays, then runs some more.
He knows what fun is, and what for.