Little children run and play
Over the hill and in the hay
Peering over lush green trees
Are the many birds and bees
Nothing compares to this day
I hope you one day will not pay
Sitting on the roof so still
Man with too much time to kill
Yearns for the little ones to act and cry
Trusting in the moment he can say goodbye
Racing through the healthy green
Unsure if he'll ever even be seen
Excitingly waiting for the chance to yell
Ha! I found you well, well, well!
Each of you avoid the talking
Return home and start walking
O' the pure joy of the roof and the trees!
