By Sarah Barwaniwala
In the playground, we sat on the swings
That made us feel like we had wings.
Next, we went to the slide
Which was a very joyful ride.
Elders chitchatting on the bench
Mischievous children jumping over the fence.
A few children rushed toward the ice cream man
Because the playground has no fans.
But what is buzzing and bitting all around
Oh no! Mosquitoes on the ground.
So the children pick up their bags and scurry
To go back home, hurry hurry hurry.