What I liked as a kid
Was laying in a field out the back
Amid the stalks of ripening corn
Watching the butterflies flutter about
With the wide clear blue sky overhead
So glad that I had been born
I felt that I could sing
(Teacher said "T'was like a cross cut saw")
As I lay there quite safe out of sight
This sunny day of schools summer break
As I sank in my nest by myself
Warmed by the Sun's bright light
I'm no longer that boy
That tender age has long passed me by
When sliding on ice was just the thing
But kissing girls was not on the cards
The boy I was, just a speck of dust
Take me back...and I'll sing!
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