Pitter patter on the street
Thats the sound of little feet
Children laughing, dancing and smiling
Grown up a bit, no longer whining
Hair a mess,
Clothes torn,
Knees Grazed
Running Crazed
Hugs all around,
Look what i found,
Look right here in my hand
Creepy, crawlies
Squirmy squirmy
oh, i dont like it
mummy take it please
got to love them
got to stand and cheer
make the most of them
kids change every year
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