Barefoot and fancy free
At home on the ground or high in a tree
Swimming in dams and making mud pies
And sometimes the telling of little white lies

With friends of mine as carefree as I
We plucked the fruit for mulberry pie
The leaves we used as food for our worms
To spin the silk we took it in turns.

School was a must but we weren't fussed
Our teachers all did earn our trust
We learned our tables one to twelve
And were taught in books to delve.