Sun shines through the cracks of dawn,
A floorboard creak,
A tiny palm,
Pressed against the dirty glass,
Looking for something far outside.
Search and find,
Masters come and masters go,
Children run to and fro,
Child will start searching now.
Darkness flees and break of day,
A fear-filled squeak,
Days of pay,
Filled the grubby tiny hands,
Search child for the things I cannot find.
Find and give,
Hide and take.
Masters leave and masters travel,
Children scramble back and forth,
Child give your day's work now.