The playground’s deserted-the grass is all dead.
(Nothing is nothing, so nothing is said.)
Stars in the sky–sand on the beach,
Bright yellow roses grow out of reach.

The sandbox is empty-no leaves on the tree.
The playground’s a junkyard filled with debris.
Summer is over–Fall fades away;
The flowers are dying as skies turn to gray.

A little girl stands with tears in her eyes.
Gone is her bakery where she made mud pies.
The playground’s deserted–the grass is all dead.
(Nothing is nothing, and nothing was said.)

Little boy, little boy, look where you ran.
Hit the ball–get home if you can!
(Nothing is nothing, so nothing was said.)
The playground’s deserted-the flowers are dead.