by Simbo Rumblebelly When we were young and very small We had no fears or cares at all No matter what the olds would say We'd have such fun, our games to play We'd climb atop the apple trees And singing birds pretend to be And feeling in a merry mood We'd "borrow" apples for our food The woods were such a place of fun Where we could hide from everyone And making crowns from leaves and things In forest halls we were the kings We'd dance our way to tops of hills And roll back down in noisy thrills Or wrap ourselves in daisy chains And splash in pools of summer rain But when you're old, the folk all frown If hills you come a-rolling down They'd think you mad if they did see You singing in the apple trees Don't rush, don't shout, don't make a noise You are too old to play with toys It's like your trapped within a cage Expected just to act your age But hush, I say, why should we care If grumpy folk just stand and stare It matter not what others say You're not too old your games to play There's nothing wrong with having fun If you're not hurting anyone So grab your toys and shed your fears And live your days, don't count your years |
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