Land of Pitter Patter

There is a place that some do know

It’s loud and quiet, and quick and slow.

It’s left and right, it’s off and on, 

This place is crazy; my heart is drawn.

This land is ugly and yet a gem;

The land of pitter patter, a land with them.

Little feet and big hearts, 

Burts of laughter at the sound of farts.

The wailing cries when they trip, and scrape a knee or a hip.

This forwards backwards place I know, is the best place for my heart to grow.

This garden with my flowers four, the land of pitter patter on the floor.