Now words and sentences are my new toys
I break them up and rearrange their parts
No longer do I yearn to play with boys
No longer either do I fear my voice
Or whether I upturn the church’s cart
Now words and sentences are my new toys
How I spend my time may be a choice
Swift thoughts like striped fishes rise and dart
No longer do I yearn to play with boys
Spending time like money, no surprise
We see the futile waste, ungifted hearts
Words and sentences are sscred toys
Words and truth create a new alloy
We wander on without a map or chart
Here is Eden ,as play girls and boys
For life’s tender joys I am alert
Woe is woven in for our soul’s birth
Yes joy and sadness mix as we each play
No longer shall I yearn for other ways
How my heart sings 