Over in the meadow,
In the sand in the sun,
Lived an old mother chipmunk,
And her little chipmunk one,

"Wink!" said the mother;
"I wink!" said the one,
So they winked and they blinked,
In the sand in the sun.
Over in the meadow,

Where the stream runs blue,
Lived an old mother fish,
And her little fishes two,
"Swim!" said the mother;
"We swim!" said the two,
So they swam and they leaped,
Where the stream runs blue.

Over in the meadow,
In a hole in a tree,
Lived an old mother bluebird,
And her little birdies three,
"Sing!" said the mother;
"We sing!" said the three,
So they sang and were glad,
In a hole in the tree.

Over in the meadow,
In the reeds on the shore,
Lived an old mother muskrat,
And her little ratites four,
"Dive!" said the mother;
"We dive!" said the four,
So they dived and they burrowed,
In the reeds on the shore.

Over in the meadow,
In a snug beehive,
Lived a mother honey bee,
And her little bees five,
"Buzz!" said the mother;
"We buzz!" said the five,
So they buzzed and they hummed,
In the snug beehive.

Over in the meadow,
In a nest built of sticks,
Lived a black mother crow,
And her little crows six,
"Caw!" said the mother;
"We caw!" said the six,
So they cawed and they called,
In their nest built of sticks.

Over in the meadow,
Where the grass is so even,
Lived a gay mother cricket,
And her little crickets seven,
"Chirp!" said the mother;
"We chirp!" said the seven,
So they chirped cheery notes,
In the grass soft and even.

Over in the meadow,
By the old mossy gate,
Lived a brown mother lizard,
Life is a Color I come to know.
I Look back and I see the sky of long ago!
How I long to see that shade of blue once more,
Of the seasons I recall.
So soft so ever new,
In my eyes of yester years gone by. -

I recall the grass so green,
Life's new seasons has renewed.
The Childhood memories of the touch
of life's green pastures of long ago.
Oh how wondrous I recall. -

I long to see the Ocean Blue,
With many a colors I recall.
It had the beauty to its depths.
I can still see the color of its waves
as they wash the sand of all its grain.
The waves have seen my life's colors
before my eyes of ole.