What joys a child in the country may have
Hiking, exploring, or just wandering about
With the curiosity of youth they’ll cover many a mile
And there’s always the adventures they’ll stop to play out
A broken down shed that may have been home to a trapper
Or maybe a prospector who was searching for gold
A rope tied to a tree branch and suddenly you’re Tarzan
Or making a bow then you’re an Indian hunting
You’re the hero out looking to save the young woman
That villain who kidnapped her is around here somewhere
Or kill the big dragon and rescue the damsel
The king will then knight me and I’ll be a hero
Look it’s a beaver pond so let’s make a raft
I’ll be Huck Finn and you are Tom Sawyer
We’ll pole around the pond enjoying our stay
What glorious luck we found this wonderful place
Without packing a lunch they’ll seldom go hungry
For all summer long there are berries to find
And if when running and playing they come upon some
Then it’s time for a feast that sates hunger and thirst
A child in the country doesn’t need lots of money
He doesn’t need theaters or coin-sucking arcades
His imagination is plenty out there in the woods
And if boredom does strike there’s always fishing and swimming
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