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by Hannah Jun 23, 2006 category : Nature, environment / nature
A place with trees and hills to climb When Nature calls to him And, in the heat of summertime, A pool in which to swim. A place with pantries full of cakes, Or cookies, crisp and brown, Where there could be no stomachaches For Castor oil to drown. A place with streams teeming with fish Of every size and sort Where he may gratify his wish For restful outdoor sport. A place where necks, and hands and ears, Though smeared with dirt and grime, May go unwashed throughout the years Of never-ending time.