FALLING DOWN IS PART OF GROWING UP

London Bridge is falling down. Falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down. My fair lady. 

Build it up with wood and stone. Wood and stone, wood and stone. Build it up with wood and stone. My fair lady. 

The child will play with mud and clay, making cakes and bricks in the wonderful oven of the sun. The child will learn that concrete cracks a mother s back but that children s backs are as resilient as springs and pliant as saplings. The child will watch the erection of flowers on columns of green but break them for the smiles of its parents. Summer will roof houses in the bushes, vault cathe-drals in the trees. The child will learn the meaning of time, and watch the structures fall into winter and become skeletons of 

The Sphinx asked. What walks on four legs in the morning, 

Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. 

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