Missing This Kid

I sometimes miss When I was a kid And all the crazy things That I always did As it's awfully hard To get used to this Playing the old fart part Like nobodies biz All this growing up Is mostly out to lunch Will you pass the peas Thank you very much Growing bounds and leaps Pretty as you please What's in front, behind And beside of me With a wrinkle here And a wrinkle there Along with balding spots In my graying hair And a belly, Buddha Would be proud of As I haven't missed Too many times at lunch With a memory That's hard to find As this wandering mind Gets lost at times If I had the chance To do it all again I'll show you where If you tell me when Cause I sometimes miss When I was a kid And all the crazy things That I always did...