Kids to the left of me, kids to the right of me
Kids screaming loudly, kids they’re a blight to me
Give them a sweetie or some other thing
Let them outside, to yell on the wing
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Maybe, just maybe
This will be your day
For the kids to pull the ripcord
And just float away.
But there's no ripcord
On their magic chute
So use your imagination
And perhaps give them a boot.
For just like you,
Kids have an imagination too
And if given a new idea with which to play
Perhaps they will go flying away.
s
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Maybe, just maybe This will be your day For the kids to pull the ripcord And just float away. But there's no ripcord On their magic chute So use your imagination And perhaps give them a boot. For just like you, Kids have an imagination too And if given a new idea with which to play Perhaps they will go flying away. s