Memories

wear something dirty like Cinderella its poring but don't bring an umbrella we will soak through n through there's lots we can play n do I told a friend who will, I hope wait at the bend we'll all move out you'll thoroughly enjoy ,have no doubt we'll form a group will keep marching on in rain as a troop play on in the open with rain pattering on we will do that till dawn playing is our right none can scorn make a call to all, till the rain does fall or lets go to their houses to call make it quick together we will stick don't take long ask all to bring some food along the plan was made clandestinely we moved out we needed no aid out into the rain we went great joy to our joy weather had lent played one game after another at small provocations we squealed and hooted together that day is etched on my mind I'm amazed at, how in small little things great joy we find.