Let's go to the park
for a lark
let's be merry.
I'll bring a picnic lunch
on a hunch
la, how jolly.
You ride your bicycle
with the bell
to the clearing.
Meet me at the north gate
half past eight
I'll be early.
We'll climb up all the trees,
skin our knees
and get dirty
We'll chatter like the birds
and our words
will be happy.
Our lunch of tea and cakes
we'll partake
in the garden.
An afternoon of mirth
and rebirth
of the spirit.
At dusk we'll saunter home
less alone
more contented.
Let's go to the park
for a lark
let's be silly.
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