Friend of the Children

When children are playing alone on the green,
in comes the playmate that never is seen.
When children are sad, lonely, or good,
The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood.

Nobody has heard him, and nobody can say,
If he is a picture that a kid may have drawn,
But he’s sure to be present, abroad or at home.

When children are happy and playing along,
He lays in the laurels; he runs in the grass,
He sings when you tinkle a musical glass;

Whenever you’re happy and cannot tell why,
The Friend of the Children has surely gone by!
‘Tis he, when at night you go off to your bed,
That bids you sleep and not trouble your head;

For wherever they’re laying, in cupboards or shelves,
‘Tis he who takes care of your play-things himself!

—– I wrote that in 5th grade . . . hope none of you readers
are laughing too hard!!!——

Dr. Deb

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