The Park

                                                            Cyan sky,
                                                        orange butterfly.
                                                       Green grass grow
                                                     and never wonder why.

                                                        Go little cricket,
                                                        little lizard lick it,
                                                              puppies
                                                        learning to sick it.

                                                         Bird in the tree
                                                    cat on the ground can see,
                                                       child on the swing
                                                         stung by a bee.

                                                      The wind on the bark
                                                      as it starts to get dark.
                                                       What fun we've had
                                                          here at the Park.