Not Growing Up

I'm gettin' to old The kids are still young I say sit down They get up and run Some are only, at best Five feet tall Others are beyond six feet No problem at all Until they play tag Inside the house It looks like a hurricane Went through looking for a mouse They try hiding in closets Under the beds In cupboards Maybe the dryer instead They don't want to grow up either It's a riot to see All the kids ducking from Rubberbands shot by me The house of the young at heart...