The sun is shining birds are singing
All about are children playing.
Wild games born from imaginations
Untelling the things of their creations.
Sing and dance, run all about
That’s what this life is all about.
Being free, having fun
Something rarely done unless young.
Brings a smile to one’s face
As all about the children race.
Underneath the golden sun.
A game since time has begun.

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