The sand feels so good to us all
A fear of dirt lost in early play
We share our toys with new found friends
No better way to spend our day
We see no colors and hear no evil words
Arguments fueled by a need to sleep
No judges or laws are in our world
Our purity makes our parents weep
Yet we soon grow into our own
Our lives molded by those who care
We learn about dirt and other things filthy
Forgetting about the things so fun out there
Although we grow we shrink inside
Our big hearts subdued by another’s concern
If we’d but remember how to play
There’d be a lot less we’d need to learn
