Moments of childhood joy in the grass |
Sweet as sugar One, two, three Who will find it, you or me? Sucking nectar, The greatest joys are small Children searching, one and all Each find a beauty, Each top so sweet And somewhere hides a secret treat Nimble fingers counting Clever eyes squint at the grass Excitement shines in them, bright as glass The search goes on It will be the sweetest yet the find so mysterious, it's magic I bet If only... Notes ▶︎ |