I remember the days, we used to play,
Under the hot sun of March and May.
I would push you on the swings,
And you would fly as if, you had wings.

I would take you to the park,
And hold your hands, when the dogs barked.
Whenever you fell down, on the ground,
I would beat the dirt around.

Your smile would make, my happy day,
And your frown wouldn't make, me so gay....