Good-Children Street by Eugene Field — Read

There's a dear little home in Good-Children street -- / My heart turneth fondly to-day / Where tinkle of tongues and patter of feet / Make sweetest of music at play; / Where the sunshine of love illumines each face / And warms every heart in that old-fashioned place.

For dear little children go romping about / With dollies and tin tops and drums, / And, my! how they frolic and scamper and shout / Till bedtime too speedily comes! / Oh, days they are golden and days they are fleet / With little folk living in Good-Children street.