The sun is shining,
The children ran out to play,
Squeals of laughter follow like a river,
Sometimes there are some tears,
But their amount is only minute.
Knocks on doors from persistent children
Who are always brave to ask what they want,
Why can’t we play with your children?
The answer can be yes or no
And they accept it with mannerisms to match.
Children are free, children are fun,
How I look forward to hearing their laughter
In the summertime sunshine.