In the park, they run and play,
A group of kids, happy and gay.
Their laughter echoes through the air,
As they chase each other without a care.
These adorable hooligans, wild and free,
Are a sight for all to see.
With their messy hair and dirty clothes,
They’re like little tornadoes wherever they go.
They climb up trees and jump off swings,
And sometimes they do crazy things.
But even when they cause a fuss,
They’re still adorable to all of us.
So let them be, let them play,
For childhood is fleeting, it doesn’t stay.
And before we know it, they’ll be grown,
And these memories will be ours alone