Two kids kick out their rough and tattered feet
Summers hot, and there's no way to beat the Heat
They race through long and winding streets
They ****** up chalk from Mats, that are there to greet

Pink and yellow poems, cover every sidewalk
Dragons and fairies all up and down the block
It's their bedtimes, the kids are home before the clock
But you can still see the way they talked, within the chalk

Childrens great works of art forgotten with the summer rain
They battle with sticks, honorable knights shouting playground names
Until they stumble upon something that no one can quite explain
Sidewalk chalk poems and flowers mixed into the drain