And run as one set on the loose.
The wind that lives I know not where
sings his song and plays with my hair.
The trees they dance their dance of praise
And the kindly sun shines it's rays.
I want to shout! I want to squeal!
I want to let out this joy I feel!
I burst with laughter!
I'm dizzy with fun!
I roll and jump and scream and run!
My mother tells me to behave,
"Some energy, child, please do save!
For chores and work and other stuff."
I laugh! "Dear mother, I have enough!"
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