'Where they play' By Jack Antaya

It’s always sunny where they play,

There’s never been a rainy day

Despite this fact their crops still grow

And every year they see the snow

And in the mind of the little one

Nothing happens there but fun

But one day when the child grows old

The world of play becomes so cold

For the child no longer comes around

And so throughout the land the sound;

Of laughing no longer fills the air

And the land of play falls in despair

But the child from the world of play

Has children of his own one day

They enter, and the world rejoice

For the laughter now comes from another voice

The world of play has lots to do

But one day this child will leave it too