look at us
we're marching slow
wonder why ?
you'll never know
you're too busy
running by
you'll never learn
and never try
look at us
we smell the roses
we lean back
to touch our noses
lightly dabbed
with morning dew
the grass is green;
the sky,so blue
you say there's
no time for fun
you'll have fun when
you are done
but you must live
and you must learn
you must learn to
use your turn
because someday
that will pass you
and you will see no
skies of blue .
