The child has thought
That somehow or not
She hasn't been caught
A child has grin
The widest beam
'Cuz somehow it seems
The winner's her team
A child struggles
As she mumbles
That why must others
Be such bothers
A child lies down
And hears some sounds
She learns to count
Then dreams around
A child is five
She must decide
Whether to cry
Or even sigh
A child can play
In the day
'Cuz it's May
And that's the way
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