The sun pours shine in gusts of gelb
And rise my sons from home
To bathe in glow and with some help
Get dressed to get to school
The steps do let them down to stones
Of colours myriad fair,
The breeze brings blowing myriad tones
From flowers here and there.
The chirping birds on that tall tree
Are music to their minds
To cheer with song these grumpy three
With packs upon their backs.
The metal beast receives them all
As scream and shout they go
To fight for toys or random ball
And scream some more I do
And start the rev and off we go
Through green and brown to school
To learn of things of long ago
And things so Google new
Oh how I wish my days were back
And I could go to school
Not type away on platic tacks
But smell the nests on trees.