I like 'em, in the winter when their cheeks are slightly pale, <br />I like 'em in the spring time when the March winds blow a gale; <br />But when summer suns have tanned 'em and they're racing to and fro, <br />I somehow think the children make the finest sort of show. <br />When they're brown as little berries and they're bare of foot and head, <br />And they're on the go each minute where the velvet lawns are spread, <br />Then their health is at its finest and they never stop to rest, <br />Oh, it's then I think the children look and are their very best. <br />We've got to know the winter and we've got to know the spring, <br />But for children, could I do it, unto summer I would cling; <br />For I'm happiest when I see 'em, as a wild and merry band <br />Of healthy, lusty youngsters that the summer sun has tanned.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-summer-children/
