We children want to play
In the rain and in the shower
In the whole of our free hour
And enjoy making the castles
Out of cool sand and the clay
We children want to play
We children want to be free
From all worries of the world
From life’s every cruel hurled
And to feel the real pleasure of
Climbing many a fruitful tree
We children want to be free
We children want to be naughty
With the friends and the mates
Go out of ugly and hateful gates
Under the sky in the cool woods
In the lap of our Nature pretty
We children want to be naughty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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