Some come away with an armload of hay
  One sails to markey on her sea
  Some like to say they'll do it yesterday
  One starts his car without a key
  Some come to play
  And they blow it all away
  Love our children forever
  Some cut the trees and stack them in the sand
  One looks up into the sky
  Some do what they please
  The world's at their command
  Some come to nothing by and by
  Some come to play and they blow it all away
  Love our children forever