Do you remember when we were small,
How the world seem so fascinatingly tall,
How the houses towered above our heads,
and how the trees looked so scary,
As they whispered sinister messages,
As victims so small and innocent,
Shuddered from their toes to their heads.

Do you remember when we were small,
How we so longed to be so tall,
To have the world bow below our heads,
and instead of been afraid of monsters scary,
We'd call out frightful messages,
And scare them to their beds.
Then we climb up right on top of them,
And stamp upon their heads.

I long for those days of innocents,
When the world was a ground for play,
When scary heads and monsters beneath the bed,
Would swallow our days away.

As I'm sat here next to you,
In my old worn out rocking chair,
I smile a little cheeky smile,
and say i'l gladly race you there.

Copyright © Jackie Jones 2010