Our gang built bonfires on the back field
from prunings, clippings, waste wood and junk.
Our gang played games in the street
- Statues, Simon Says, Hopscotch, Tag,
chased down entries, Knock and Run,
chewed bubble gum, swapped cards and comics,
played marbles through rain and smog and sun.

Then cars began to fill our street,
no place for games and cards and comics.
We chased girls, got the music beat.
The our gang split up - economics.

Some still play games but gamble,
drink fire, wear tags, swap cash for hash.
Others work for pay and seldom play,
spend cash on kids and wives and worthy lives.