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THE PLAYGROUND AT PAOWNYC, by            
First Line: There's a playground hid in the forest's depths
Last Line: With tender care and love.
Subject(s): Camping; Children; Games; Leisure; Parks; Camps; Summer Camps; Childhood; Recreation; Pastimes; Amusements


There's a Playground hid in the forest's depths
Where Kiddies love to play;
You can find them there during summer months
'Most any time of day.
There's a large Playhouse with several rooms,
And furniture most grand;
There's a Sand House too, with lots of tools,
And a Bin 'most full of sand.

There's a General Store, and Post Office,
While just across the way
Is a Monkey House with a real live Ape
Who loves to eat and play;
There's a Junior Gym, and a lot of swings,
And other things galore;
For the Kiddies it is the Land of Oz—
They love it more and more.

'Tis a Fairyland on the mountainside
That overlooks the lake,
'Midst the sweet perfume from the evergreens
Through which the sun doth break.
Kiddies' laughter blends with the song of birds
Throughout the livelong day
As the fleeting hours of the summer pass
Forevermore away.

For the breath of summer doth come and go,
As doth sweet childhood's hours,
Blending tears and laughter with sun and rain,
And lovely wildwood flowers.
Then let pleasure reign on the Camp Playground
And revel in the sound;
Live thy youth once more with the Kiddies there
And roll upon the ground.

When summer ends and the Kiddies leave,
Then Squirrels and Chipmunks play
On the Camp Playground as they wonder why
The Kiddies went away.
Then the winter comes with its ice and snow
And covers lake and ground;
Where the white-laden evergreens bend low,
Then Rabbits play around.

When the sun of summer shall shine once more,
And Kiddies come again,
May there be more sun on the Camp Playground
And less of cloud and rain!
May we all meet there with joy in our hearts
We ask, dear God above;
Watch over us all through the winter months
With tender care and love.





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