I don't know which is sweeter
The tea we sip from these plastic cups
Or the gentle breeze that kisses our cheeks
The sun shines down on our rendezvous
You, me, and our collection of dolls
Their painted faces ever-smiling
We pretend we're all grown up
Our backyard becomes a palace
We are royalty
These are not toy cups and saucers
They are the finest china
And as we daintily sip our drinks, we giggle like children
Breaking the spell of make believe
Inside we go
Leaving our guests alone at the table
Unable to move without the aide of our imagination
Their cups are empty
Our yard is just a yard
We are children
Play time is over
