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Compared with us, the kids today Too little play and too much weigh. Alone indoors they snack and sit And buttons hit, while we stayed fit. We'd quickly chores and homework do, Then dash through doors to fun pursue, To basketballs and arrows shoot, To jump with ropes, and footballs boot. We'd earthworms dig for fishing bait, On scooters glide, and roller skate. We'd hopscotch, seesaw, chase. and swing And boomerangs and frisbees fling. We'd tackle, dribble, leap, and throw. We'd tunnel through and shovel snow. In haystacks dive and wagons ride, On ice and into bases slide. We'd whittle wood and baskets weave And pennies pitch and horseshoes heave. We'd yank the strings so tops would spin, When wrestling, try to shoulders pin. We'd kindling fetch and firewood chop, Inflate balloons to later pop, Sink numbered balls in billiard halls, And topple pins with bowling balls. We'd weekly swim at downtown Y, Our kites and model airplanes fly, We'd darts and putts and marbles aim, With lens or flint set twigs aflame. We'd sneak beneath the sideshow tents, Climb ropes and poles and chain link fence. We'd hike and camp with scouting troops, Rotate our hips in hula hoops. We garden weeded, hosed, and tilled, We'd soap box car and treehouse build, At picnics joined the tug-of-war, And barefoot romp when rain would pour. We raced on stilts and pogo sticks, Made pies of mud, our pets taught tricks, Were paper, pin, and altar boys, Ignored complaints of too much noise. For caddie tips, we'd golf bags lug; To jukebox records, jitterbug. We'd carpets beat, played kick-the-can, Collected rocks, and errands ran. To school and back on foot we tread, Down steepest hills and alleys sled, Played pitch-and-catch in yard with Dad, Pushed mower that no motor had. We'd rake the leaves and chestnuts crack And toddlers carry piggyback. With feather pillows fight in bed, Our cap guns fire, and fall down dead. We'd wildly flail at punching bag And batted balls and passes snag. We'd zig and zag, avoiding tag, Till tuckered out, we'd homeward drag. No trophies or applause we'd get. Our play was real, not internet. To kids today, I this advise: Get off your butts and exercise!

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Compared with us, the kids today Too little play and too much weigh. Alone indoors they snack and sit And buttons hit, while we stayed fit. We'd quickly chores and homework do, Then dash through doors to fun pursue, To basketballs and arrows shoot, To jump with ropes, and footballs boot. We'd earthworms dig for fishing bait, On scooters glide, and roller skate. We'd hopscotch, seesaw, chase. and swing And boomerangs and frisbees fling. We'd tackle, dribble, leap, and throw. We'd tunnel through and shovel snow. In haystacks dive and wagons ride, On ice and into bases slide. We'd whittle wood and baskets weave And pennies pitch and horseshoes heave. We'd yank the strings so tops would spin, When wrestling, try to shoulders pin. We'd kindling fetch and firewood chop, Inflate balloons to later pop, Sink numbered balls in billiard halls, And topple pins with bowling balls. We'd weekly swim at downtown Y, Our kites and model airplanes fly, We'd darts and putts and marbles aim, With lens or flint set twigs aflame. We'd sneak beneath the sideshow tents, Climb ropes and poles and chain link fence. We'd hike and camp with scouting troops, Rotate our hips in hula hoops. We garden weeded, hosed, and tilled, We'd soap box car and treehouse build, At picnics joined the tug-of-war, And barefoot romp when rain would pour. We raced on stilts and pogo sticks, Made pies of mud, our pets taught tricks, Were paper, pin, and altar boys, Ignored complaints of too much noise. For caddie tips, we'd golf bags lug; To jukebox records, jitterbug. We'd carpets beat, played kick-the-can, Collected rocks, and errands ran. To school and back on foot we tread, Down steepest hills and alleys sled, Played pitch-and-catch in yard with Dad, Pushed mower that no motor had. We'd rake the leaves and chestnuts crack And toddlers carry piggyback. With feather pillows fight in bed, Our cap guns fire, and fall down dead. We'd wildly flail at punching bag And batted balls and passes snag. We'd zig and zag, avoiding tag, Till tuckered out, we'd homeward drag. No trophies or applause we'd get. Our play was real, not internet. To kids today, I this advise: Get off your butts and exercise!