Block City
What
are
you
able
to
build
with
your
blocks?
Castles
and
palaces,
temples
and
docks.
Rain
may
keep
raining,
and
others
go
roam,
But
I
can
be
happy
and
building
at
home.
Let
the
sofa
be
mountains,
the
carpet
be
sea,
There
I'll
establish
a
city
for
me:
A
kirk
and
a
mill
and
a
palace
beside,
And
a
harbor
as
well
where
my
vessels
may
ride.
Great
is
the
palace
with
pillar
and
wall,
A
sort
of
a
tower
on
top
of
it
all,
And
steps
coming
down
in
an
orderly
way
To
where
my
toy
vessels
lie
safe
in
the
bay.
This
one
is
sailing
and
that
one
is
moored:
Hark
to
the
song
of
the
sailors
on
board!
And
see
on
the
steps
of
my
palace,
the
kings
Coming
and
going
with
presents
and
things!
Now
I
have
done
with
it,
down
let
it
go!
All
in
a
moment
the
town
is
laid
low.
Block
upon
block
lying
scattered
and
free,
What
is
there
left
of
my
town
by
the
sea?
Yet
as
I
saw
it,
I
see
it
again,
The
kirk
and
the
palace,
the
ships
and
the
men,
And
as
long
as
I
live
and
where'er
I
may
be,
I'll
always
remember
my
town
by
the
sea.
