Will they see the planes high up in the sky.
Or will they see them landing from their beds

What will they know of trains,
What will they see,
as they travel from A to B.

When will they sit upon a sandy shore,
with a bucket and spade.
Or paddle on the edge of a pool.
Once a year, or everyday after school.

Who shalt gaze upon their faces so sweet,
Watching them cry and watching them smile.
Who shalt wait across an ocean for quite a while.

Which land shalt the call home.
An island nation small and reserved.
Or land of newness, vast and proud.

Whatever they know, they'll be loved.
Where ever they'll go to the beach, together we'll play
Whoever they'll smile upon, will adore them.
Which ever land they'll abode, it'll be our home.