We are children of the sun

Always happy to recruit new members to our group

We play in the sweetness of our neighbour’s sand

We are the national team of the neighbourhood

Blisters of joy we carry home proudly

Chefs in the making by mummy’s match and maggi

We are children of the dust

Who needs soap and water anyways?

We play to the envy of the adults

Who from afar chuckle

But wish to play their bills away

We are children of the rain

We live Adam and Eve all over again

That kindergarten song is a clear misrepresentation

We folk just wanna have fu-un

_Winniefred F. Gbemuotor