Running and romping of tiny feet,
Swinging and singing with voices sweet,
Jumps of joy and shouts of glee
Make the house shiver merrily!
And when neighbors come to call,
They can hardly get to the door at all!

A hole in the yard is a wonderful lake,
A pan full of mud is a birthday cake,
A pile of limbs a fortress make
That the neighbor "enemy" cannot take;
And into some of the mess they'll bump --
They surely must think it's the City Dump!

But it's all a part of childish play,
And childhood slips so fast away!
'Round the corners small faces peek,
Playing the game of "Hide and Seek";
And if wee ones miss their base,
Tears will sometimes be the case.

From rise of sun 'til evening prayer,
It's easy to know there are children there!
But it only lasts a few short years --
Then no more laughter . . . no more tears.
How sad 'twill be on Bennett Street
When we can keep our home so neat!