Did I miss my childhood,
Or do i miss my joy?
I feel so like wood,
Stationary and no feel.
Did I forget where I stood,
Or do I keep running away?
I feel so bored,
Like no purpose and no goal.

When should you glare?
When all stare?
When should you dare?
When all snare?
When should you bear?
When all tear?
When should you care?
When all share?
When should you spare?
When all scare?
But remember my pear,
Don't be their hare!