Where do the Children Play?
I know we’ve come a long way,
We’re changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
Where do the Children Play?
I know we’ve come a long way,
We’re changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from crawling along in the dirt
And biting two buttons off Jeremy’s shirt.
I got it from chewing the roots of a rose
And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.
I got it from peeking into a dark cave
And painting myself like a Navajo brave.
I got it from playing with coal in the bin
And signing my name in cement with my chin.
I got if from rolling around on the rug
And giving the horrible dog a big hug.
I got it from finding a lost silver mine
And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.
I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears
And from having more fun than you’ve had in years.
by Shel Silverstein
What a Baby Costs
For babies people have to pay
A heavy price from day to day –
There is no way to get one cheap
Why, sometimes when they’re fast asleep
You have to get up in the night
And go and see that they’re alright.
But what they cost in constant care
And worry, does not half compare
With what they bring of joy and bliss –
You’d pay much more for just a kiss.
Edgar Guest (1881-1959)
The most precious jewels, you’ll ever have around your neck, are the arms of your children.