Give Me the Unruly Child With Lots of Energy

Evilness has not reared his head in my world. I know nothing of it, really, and do not pretend to. The devilish ways of mischievous mites and sprites Makes me happy. I love their keen confidence. Give me an unruly child, with lots of energy. I understand them, I love their enthusiasm. I tap into their imagination; I thrive on their oneness. Highly in tune with these dancing, prancing brownies. Give me these children every single day Because we speak the same language We are the weird ones, the unexpected The crazies, the loonies, the nonintimidated. We are the creatures who give status quo Something to roll their eyes on. We are in tune with our inner children And we do not go gladly into mediocrity.