A Line of Kids
I often see a line of kids
With vests of neon green
Go walking down the street; it is
A charming urban scene.
They’re anywhere from two to four,
Connected by a rope,
So no one up and wanders off;
At least that is the hope.
A grown-up walks in front and back
And stops to deal with tears,
But mostly, it’s a happy group,
Or that’s how it appears.
I’m sure they get to run around
As those in preschool should,
Though, being city kids, they also
Stroll the neighborhood.
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