A child goes out to play
And stops to think about the day
He doesn’t really see
The effects of the rain
A child comes out to play
And looks forward to the day
He doesn’t care about the mud
And he certainly doesn’t care for the bugs!
A child rolls out to play
And jumps about the day
He gets knee scrapes and rope burns
And he plays with disgusting worms!
A child these days is something to admire
They’re burning questions and desires
Are among things that parents would like
But their childhood has already taken flight