
A night in a park,
Thinking of donuts,
Of over flowing cold drinks.
A night in a park,
With fuzzy wind blowing and little balloons in the air,
With a bit of hot chocolate to drink,
Shall be truly an evening in the park.
Adios!

A night in a park,
Thinking of donuts,
Of over flowing cold drinks.
A night in a park,
With fuzzy wind blowing and little balloons in the air,
With a bit of hot chocolate to drink,
Shall be truly an evening in the park.
Adios!

Trick the trickster,
He’s a crazy one.
Play a happy song,
Sing a small lullaby,
Make the sand dunes,
A bit loopy.
Trick the trickster,
For he won’t wait to trick you
And think of a big trick,
For by any chance wouldn’t you be the one who is going to dole out the trick?
Adios!

Do children think?
For aren’t they Godsend?
In gratitude,
In love,
In deeds,
In things?
Do children think?
For often they are the best thinkers.
And to compete with them makes the best of the best suffer a lot.
Adios!

Two friends on a picnic,
Learnt a new game.
They played catch the ball and badminton and went home again.
In the evening,
They went out again to play brilliant new board games found lying in the attic.
They liked the games so much that they played again and again.
Their picnic was fruitfull for they became best friends for ever and ever,
And their happiness remained.
Adios!

Being youthful has its own charm.
You can sing, dance, play and be free.
It comes without encumberances and stupidity.
Being youthful,
Gives you the power to survive even when things are tight.
It is divinity in act, but without Lord protecting it,
The whole becomes futile.
Be youthful and try to be it.
Adios!