This land

From out my window I suddenly hear a chorus of young voices singing "This land is your land, this land is my land... This land was made for you and me"

Slightly high pitched, not quite on key, but following the melody. In my mind's eye I see a school group out on a field trip to the library. Walking down the street in pairs, hand in hand. Perhaps only a pre-school group, though the words were quite well formed.

Beautiful.