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...
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