By August S. Mia S., and Fanny R.
Fighting over the dome top,
Playing caldrons, singing pop.
All the high-swing underdogs,
Playing games, and catching frogs.
All the corny jokes we told,
Now they feel like treasured gold.
Plucking leaves from the willow tree,
Having fun just us three.
Walking through the nature trail,
Best friends will never fail.
All the train games on the slide,
All the silly times we’ve cried.
Scared to sled down the hill,
A thousand pages we could fill.
All the friendship bracelet beads,
In the garden planting seeds.
Playing horses under the climber,
Gosh I was a really bad rhymer.
Twirling under a rainbow beam,
Obsessed with Tye-die and ice cream.
Before there was a Ga-Ga pit
The three of us will never split.
You were Evie and I was Mal,
Gosh you are my favorite pal.
These are all the things we did,
I hope you enjoy them as much as we did.