Lonely Children

The trees are dusty in the Park,

The grass is hard and brown;

I'm glad I've got a Noah's ark,

But I'm sorry I'm in town.

A lot of little girls and boys

Are not so rich as me;

But O! I'd give them all my toys

For shells beside the sea....

The flowers are happy in the garden,

For the bees are always there;

The clouds are happy up in Heaven

With the angels in the air;

But little boy and little mouse

Are rather lonely in the house.