Innocence.

T's at each moment a sunny day
at which hour the gib is gone 
and the mice cometh to play
i rememb'r innocence 
climbing trees
as the windeth did roll on the breeze 
and we hath spent the summ'r 
raking leaves
childish things i rememb'r these
i rememb'r innocence
t's at each moment excit'ment th're's at each moment a way 
at which hour cater-cousins cometh 
and players hence the day 
wild and free
w're thee and me 
in the days of innocence