Country kids do a highstep,
barefoot through the pasture,
knee-deep in the meadow
where lazy, patchwork cows
have gone for morning milking,
single file to the barn.
And city kids do a hip hop,
one foot in the gutter, down
the sidewalk to the corner
where friends come out of nowhere
everyone standing, waiting
all together arm in arm.
But, all kids do a quickstep,
a leaping, clicking, heel-step
and shout the joy they're feeling
when summer sends them reeling
from the classroom out to freedom
the day that school is done.
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