Smooth blacktop covers the road
children laugh and play.
Out in the early morning
Bicycles race all day.
Mothers home tending to the homes
Fathers work till supper is done.
We play tag, catch, and play on the swings
until day is through and the dinner bell rings.
At night the fireflies are out for the taking,
They light up the sky as we dance trying to catch them.
When at last, it’s time to come in,
it’s bath time, family time then prayer time too.
We kiss mom and dad good night as we should,
then sweet dreams of our street and till the morrow comes.