As I eat my ice cream with its chocolate flake.
In my favourite park, by the shadowy lake.
I watch the ducks as they wander and roam.
And in the distance there's the grand Croxteth stately home.
Now follow the paths to the smells of the farm.
With its pigs, and its goats, and its hens and its barn.
Then there's the tyre and slide where I play.
And then I go home after having a great day.
By Rachel Bartram (aged 9)