4 pawns and a die,
And that playful hustle-bustle.
6 jumpy players,
And that impish tussle.
2 sulky and 4 happy dice rolling tykes,
A game of chance, yet no gambling vice.
A 100 squares bestrewn with ladders,
A 100 squares bestrewn with adders,
Reminders of the present life,
And the race of humanoid mice.
4 in the evening, ashore,
And that tranquil emotion.
4 naked fishermen kids,
And their freedom in motion.
4 sets of age-old toys of whim and fancy,
That bamboo stick and a rubber wheel.
4 circles on a wearisome move,
All 4 withered in every groove,
Reminders of age of innocence,
Eroded peel by peel.
