Future of the Land

The kids are the future of the land While we sit here and just hold hands You talk about having a kid I just ran and hid I realize you’re not messing around We move into the house we found Nine months fly by fast I just wanna go back to the past This little boy is my child He will grow up to be wild Next we know another is on the way This is going to make us pay That little house is to small Our son will be living in the hall We have to add on to our home These kids will have room to roam Two kids are plenty We don’t want to many If we have another kid That baby is going up for bid