Idlewild Park
I remember every year Mom,
D ad, and the five of us girls
L oaded into our car and
E scaped to a wild and
W onderful place,
I dlewild Park. We gulped down a picnic
L unch of fried chicken and all the trimmings, then
D arted off towards the sound of the train whistle. We
P layed all day—toured the petting zoo,
A nd we fished at the fish pond, winning worthless toys.
R ode the Paratrooper, Tilt-a-whirl, Caterpillar and more. We
K ept it up all day. And the chocolate ice cream tasted better there.
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