The children play silly games, like skipping rope,
Tossing rocks, a piece of chalk piece of chain,
Finding imagination to satisfy them selves.
All children have imagination, the simple ness
Of a toy could be of anything. As all they need
Is a skipping rope a fistful of rocks, piece of chalk,
piece of chain.
That’s the way they express their special views.
Keeps them occupied out of harms way,
Mother can do her choirs and more.
Always to feed hungry mouths when feeding
Time comes around, “which is all the time” as children
Don’t fool around.
No one pays attention to a child as not to spoil
Spoil a children’s dream you break their hearts,
As only a child will know their fantasy.
As a Childs dream is hard to come about.
For all they need is a piece of rope, a fistful of rocks,
A piece of chalk, piece of chain, that’s only way they have to express their Special views.