With the greenest grass on top
We can stop the most obvious appearances.
But are they low enough for clearance?
I fear that they'll fall to the floor
In fits of laughter,
Though I insist
That after all of this blows over
Like the wisps of hair
That I try to comb over,
They'll just be older kids.
They're all just that today
And no matter how hard they try,
We could never let them out to play.
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