Hurrah! We are going for tour of pleasure
At children's park we shall ride on rotarian chair
Crossing narrow streets shall go far away
Shall run to sky, to vast field through milky-way
Young friends prepare for travel for roaming
Avoid roguish, get on bus for pleasure hunting
The coming gladness is how much could you measure?
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