Swing parks play parks,
Climbing frames and chutes,
Where a’ the kids would run an’ fa’,
Some in fitba’ boots,

Skateboard skaters all are quiet,
No clickety clack on the park,
No high flying tricks,
That were once seen in the dark,

The grass is long, the weeds are high,
The dandelions are rampant,
No one to run the mower,
The gardeners are all absent.