When winter’s fierce cold subsided,
We Baker boys came out to play.
Spring made the world feel new,
It made the park feel like mine.
And we Baker Boys went to our corner
Our favourite place: the old sandbox.
But past our place in the sandbox
Our joy in the old things subsided
For there, in the opposite corner:
A huge box of sand hailed our play.
We ran together shouting, MINE!
Excitement for something new.
We’d make it, we’d relish the new
But others were there in our sandbox.
Their shovels did not look like mine.
Closing in, their talking subsided.
But one boy invited us to play.
We timidly stuck to one corner.
Another boy shared his lunch in the corner
The food that he carried looked new.
And they showed us how they play
We built large castles in the sandbox.
And strangeness, for a moment, subsided;
For this new place felt like mine.
And I wanted it all to be mine,
So we flooded out of our corner
Our visitor status subsided.
I don’t want them here, they’re new,
I need them out of my sandbox,
I need more room to play.
I’m annoyed, they invaded our play.
They tried to claim what is mine.
So we drew a line in the sandbox,
And gave them the smallest corner
After all, we outnumbered the new.
And soon their resistance subsided.
I’d let them in my sandbox if they promise to stay in the corner.
But they must play like I play, speaking words like mine.
I’ll decide what’s new. Their ways will be subsided.