Kindergarten, kin-der--GAR-ten,
I remember kindergarten:
The beginning of school days,
Little desks just right for me,
Walls of windows,
Books of Dick and Jane,
Fat pencils and prang crayons.
Everything was possible.
Everything was new.
And then you move on
And leave it all behind
Leave the books, the good times,
The laughter, the bright eyes
Leave the playground.
Leave your kindergarten.
In your mind it stays safe,
Constant and complete,
Waiting and intact.
Best that be so in the mind’s eye
For it may not be so if you go back.
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