Katie she'll tell you about
A brook, she used to play by when
He was young.
A quick brown brook with a rushing
And moss green edges thick
When she was the age you are now
She would cross over it stone by
She likes to think how she felt and
Looked under the greener, all alone.
Sometimes she asks herself
"Is it there."
That brook she played by,
"Is it there? Today."
And she says to herself, she
Doubts it has changed. It's
Children who change and go away.