I was a cheerful fearful child
Outgoing and mouthy and uncommitted
I never felt adults
Should have all the power
To say what things mean
A tree could be just the way
I drew it and I could go back
To living there if I wanted to
How did I lose that ability
To scamper over rooftops
In my new shoes and make
My sterner sister laugh with shame
I've saved that old phonograph
Now it's my turn to laugh
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