There is no way one can explain
Why children love to splash in rain
Or why the mud is so much fun
In which to slide upon one’s bun.
There’s no accounting for the joy
That comes to every girl or boy
To screech as loudly as they may
To frighten every bug away.
Or why each babe will play with you
The game grownups call “peekaboo”
And truly I do not know why
They all believe that angels fly !