Long ago, when the world was a safer place, children looked for adventures like those in books by Enid Blyton. Growing up meant leaving it all behind.
We Don't Want To Grow Up We are Jack and Clare and Terry and Sue, Who are very best friends the whole year through For walks in the woods and trips to the park, And staying out late till well after dark. A bottle of water, jam sandwiches too, Were all that we needed to get us through; Seeking adventures, we had lots of fun Doing the neat things that the grown-ups shun. Then came the trip we all wanted to make, So fortified with some homemade cake We spent the whole day observing some crooks, We knew they were bad by their shifty looks. We called the police but they never came, They've not got the time and this is a shame. With helpers like us, you'd think they would care But those days are gone and crime's everywhere. My Mummy says we are getting too old And maybe we'll have to do as we're told; No more adventures, no more getting dirty 'Cos later this week, we're going to be thirty!
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