Three little girls and one little boy

Out in the first warm sunshine;

The wind blows in and the wind blows out

Voices cool as moonshine.

Six tin cans and a pile of dirt

And the air smiles like a mother—

The wind blows in and the wind blows out

As they play with each other.

Sparrows on the fence and clothes on the line

And somewhere someone’s laughter—

The wind blows in and the wind blows out

And it could not blow much softer!

Three little girls and one little boy

Out in the first warm weather—

The wind blows in and the wind blows out

While they play together.