In the park I see,
Chattering children, chirping birds,
And many children free like birds.
When the leaves move, the trees speak out words.
The people I see are as wise as owl,
But some are slippery eels!
Barbers, bakers and butchers forget scowls,
Instead sit together and have meals.
Sometimes children get hurt,
And all over the place are the cries heard!
Children who play with mud get dirt on their shirt,
While in races, those who aren’t cheetahs, come third.
Such a busy place is park;
But it goes blank when it gets dark.