We played in the fields without any clothes As blades of grass tickled our toes Me and all my friends were there Young to the world and without a care We played such make believe As witchcraft and fairies But also racing from tree to tree Before our mothers called us for tea We paddled in the little brook To clean our muddy feet And plenty of time we took Drying off, bathing in the Sun's heat It was hours but it felt like none at all Before we heard our mothers calls: Liz!, Luce!, Megan!, Freddie! ...Come on now, your tea,'s ready!