Swope Park.

Mother, dear, do let us go Out to Swope Park; now don’t say no; We love the green, the flowers, the trees, The humming birds, the bumble bees. The silvery lake, the running stream, Last night I saw it in my dream; The sky is bluer, the keen air Is more invigorating there. Oh mother, dear, it is such fun Out on the grassy slopes to run The birds sing sweetly in the trees, And listen to the whispering breeze. The frisky rabbits run around For bits of food that’s to be found Over land and meadow free Where sweet blossoms and the bee Boldly sucks the honey out, From flower to flower they fly about. And the Sun in golden streams Over more than twelve hundred acres beams. And the Zoo, mother, it’s free, And intended for such as you and me. At last a basket is filled with a lunch, Under the waving trees to munch. So happy, out in God’s pure air, Is sweet, sweet joy for this dear pair.