A gang of girls Giggled away,
Like a playful gust of wind,
grooving along they passed by me.
All gathered by the giant fir tree.
Gosh ! Their laughter, so loud,
It hunted back my reminiscence
Flash! Came the Good old days,
spent with my cheerful maids.
The gang, the giggles, the gathering
Nothing new it was…yet nothing was the same.
