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Edgar Guest - The Summer Children
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I like `em, in the winter when their cheeks are slightly pale,
I like `em in the spring time when the March winds blow a gale;
But when summer suns have tanned `em and they`re racing to and fro,
I somehow think the children make the finest sort of show.
When they`re brown as little berries and they`re bare of foot and head,
And they`re on the go each minute where the velvet lawns are spread,
Then their health is at its finest and they never stop to rest,
Oh, it`s then I think the children look and are their very best.
We`ve got to know the winter and we`ve got to know the spring,
But for children, could I do it, unto summer I would cling;
For I`m happiest when I see `em, as a wild and merry band
Of healthy, lusty youngsters that the summer sun has tanned.
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