The four boys and echos of their laughter
Mingled with the squeaking of wheel barrow
Pushed on the road, and the boys ran after
Each other on the path that ends narrow
Into a street with houses in a long row;
From one such house, raising the curtain door,
A mother peeked and called one of the boys
To come back in while he begged to play more
Out in the scorching sun with his strange toys,
The rugged rocks heaped in the rusted barrow;
Cackling at the clattering sound on the ground,
Ridding all the burden without sorrow,
Left with immense happiness all around.
The happiness spread like light with no end,
And the afternoon became sprightlier
With the music of an ode that spread for
The distant ear that stopped to feel and hear!
The passers by who could already see,
Made to keep at length by one of the boys
While the rest loaded the rough rocks with glee,
The rattling and tattling noise to rejoice!
A boy jumped in, leaving the rocks in mound
The others laughed some more and got ready
For another game of circling around
They pushed hard the cart till it was steady
A worthy ride, they all took, one by one,
Yippying and woohooing all the way,
And later with their sweaty tan faces
They returned home at the end of the day!