Please Turn Us Loose

We squiggle and we scramble And we laugh and shake and shout We holler and we jabber And we hoot our giggles out We’re plotting And we’re planning And we’re full of Spit and sauce We are piling And we’re smiling And our mittens Are all lost We are the five and six-year-olds From the kindergarten class. We squiggle and we wiggle So you had better let us pass. We are full of vim and vigor. We are fully of apple juice. We are kindergarten students And you would do well to turn us loose.