Carefree

Swinging like monkeys

From tree to tree

We were real live wires

We were like giant bumble bees

Adventure was our game

It was written in our names

Play the game

Count to ten

Pulling us along

Feeling strong

Freewheeling all the way

It really was our day

No hands now

Arms reaching out

Touching bud living branches

Us like cowboys

Living in ranches

A tree a stem

We made something from nothing at all

Using our time

Not standing still

We never did crawl

Grabbing fruit

Free for all

Chasing through open fields

The farmer didn’t stall

He would shout out

Come back

He would bawl

Running as fast as we could

Not wanting to be his bait

But we misunderstood

As if he could catch us

An old man was he

He would have his moment

To bask in his own glory

A bag left on the road

A passerby would see

Oh what could be in it

Their greedy eyes

Not me

Trying not to laugh

As they searched nothing at all

Roaring knew they were tricked

We ran and ran

As they tried to catch our fall

Nothing beats growing up

With a chain of fun events

The fun and freedom

No worries

The time you had well spent

Making mistakes

Learning along the way

Knowing that when you grow up

They would make you laugh someday