• Little children, Little children, dance around singing your cute little songs

    "ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy, ashes ashes!"

    I stare adoringly, wishing I had such a childhood. Humming a melody to fit the day.

    It would apear that grandfather twilight has already set the night.

    Little children, go home, your parents are calling you,

    "Daughter! its time for supper!" and "son! its time for bed!"

    The candles flicker, their little beds warm with little bodys filled with giggling children.

    Laugh laugh while you can little children!

    soon you will grow older, these streets once filled with playing and laughter.
    Now are silent exept for the passing cars, i wait, envying the freedom the children have.

    I fly over them, feathers floating down, watching them, hoping the best for the small children.