These little children seen around
Have something in them mysterious
That thing adult cannot understand
‘Cause they are too child-like to impress
These little children play and conflict
They cry, get angry and mourn in unison
Yet a thousand times they love and play
Even when conflict has been too much
These little ones so licitly seen around
Ideal values of community they hold
But adults ignore them as childish things
Yet their power of community is broken
When a child talks adult is just amused
When adults speak child just wonders
Although rubbish things they could be
that destroy power of human community
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