Their hearts cry of home, Where Love and care is discovered. The children cry of home, Cos they’ve had what to write home about. They’ve struggled Afar from home, But now there’s something to write about home, So in the jungle of struggle they jingle,mingle and tangle together to sing merry of home. They thought and sing of their long way home, with their expectations giving the information of receiving tangible and measurable goods at home. Well done to the child that just broke a China ware, Cos there’s No gift in return. In their far away home, in a long distance points toward to Where we live in an earthly paradise. In their long way home, they thought of theirselves to plough, not to plunder, with their hearts beautiful as that of the heavenly angels, and their smart thoughts as that of Aristotle’s.