A path well worn by rambling boots
Abreast a brake of dulcet trees.
Ahead the tired track doth produce
A turn at which a fawn seduced,
Folk sampling the winsome breeze.
Sun kissed garden and rolling knolls
Where grass grows a leafy bice green.
Halcyon days and carefree strolls,
Respite for the body and soul.
Barefoot, merriment routine.
Mothers renounce their set maxims
And afford their pampered nestlings
A freedom to welter and dream.
The flock howls with laughter and screams
With joy, at such frolicking.