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.
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