Children, you much joy ah,
The whole morning sitting in the dust, playing with a piece of green branches.
I smiled, see you play with that of a broken twigs.
I do, busy doing my account, an hour one hour to busy put Numbers together.
Maybe you looking at me and I thought: "silly games ah, morning time all gone!"
Children, I have forgot branches and mud cake play concentration can do.
I searched for expensive toys, gather together of gold and silver.
And you, no matter seek what, can invent a fun game.
I took his time and energy spent in I never get things.
In my frail canoe flounder must cross the sea of desire,
Forget his own is playing a game