Layton went to the park to play, On a bright and sunny day. He ran and laughed, feeling so free, Counting the trees, 'One, two, three!'

At the park, Layton met some new friends, Their fun together never ends. They played tag and laughed out loud, Counting the clouds, 'Four, five, six!'

Under a tree, Layton found a treasure, A shiny rock, a magical measure. He held it close and made a wish, Counting the stars, 'Seven, eight, nine!'

The treasure glowed and began to sing, Filling the air with a magical ring. It granted Layton's wish that day, Saying, 'Now count to ten, and you'll be on your way!'

Layton closed his eyes and counted slow, 'One, two, three, where will I go?' A magical journey, beyond compare, Counting to ten, he was almost there.

Layton opened his eyes, what did he see? A world of wonder, as far as could be. With colors and creatures, so strange and new, Counting to ten, his wish had come true.

In this new place, Layton learned to play, With creatures who danced in a magical way. They taught him to count in a brand-new tongue, Counting to ten, he happily sung.

As days went by, Layton made many friends, Their laughter and joy, it never ends. They played and danced, and learned together, Counting to ten, in any weather.

But as much as he loved this wondrous land, Layton missed the touch of his mother's hand. He closed his eyes and counted once more, 'One, two, three, I'm almost at my door.'

When Layton opened his eyes, he was back at the park, Where he played with his friends from morning to dark. His magical journey had come to an end, Counting to ten, he found his friends.

Layton learned a lesson, simple but true, Counting to ten, amazing things can come to you. But the best thing of all, wherever you roam, Is the love of your friends and the warmth of home.

So remember this tale, and always pretend, That counting to ten is not just the end. It's the start of a journey, wherever you go, Counting to ten, let your imagination grow.