A clacking tactile snap resounds,
And wooden bricks are stacked on high,
And laughter guides these leaning towers.

A little tap wacks at the loose-looking blocks,
All to find a delightful tug,
That leaves the tower toppling not.

Praise God for joyous, blood-tied delight,
With placed people to share good game,
And to hear of hard days and light stories too.