The Red Telephone Box

The uniform-clad Little boy and girl Topped with Matching hats Standing Near the exit of the station Cram school is done For the night Making excuses To stay The tree Stays aglow Through the night The little boy In the red T-shirt Calling the Telephone box Mom, can I stay over? His friends Patiently Chittering among themselves Excitedly The randoseru On their backs Shiny Rainbow of leather Gleaming of hope In their eyes Adoring Joy The old Red telephone box