A place where any tiny tot
Can look for fun and find a lot.
A place for fun; a place to play.
A place to mark a special day.

Our daughter's girl is turning three
We came today to share her glee.
And pizza, pop, ice cream and cake.
I hope won't mean a belly ache.
Tough vinyl where the children slide
Or climb or jump or walk or ride.
Although I'd like to join them there,
I'm much to big to even dare.

I like to watch; I like to hear,
And please my eye and please my ear.
To me, there's nothing in the world
As sweet as daughter's little girl.
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