On a small, bright street with houses in a row,

Lived lots of children no one quite knows.

There was Lila, who painted the sky,

With colours you’d never see passing by.

And Darragh, who ran fast, and laughed even faster,

Turning each game into a disaster.

Erin moved slowly, step by step,

Taking her time with each carefully step.

Zara wore clothes full of colour and pride,

Dancing and spinning with arms opened wide.

Shay loved books and quiet, calm days,

Thinking and dreaming in thoughtful ways.

And Ben used wheels to move along,

Racing his friends and singing a song.

One warm day, they all came outside,

Standing together, side by side.

But something felt new,

As each one thought, “They’re not like me or you.”

“I’m too loud,” Lila said with a frown.

“I’m too slow,” Erin looked down.

“My clothes stand out,” Zara said shy,

“I don’t talk much,” Shay replied.