Were we the kids we used to be
We'd sell our souls for penny sweets,
And sing along with children older
Bold as brass but never bolder,
And run and scream through mass and school
Act the maggot, act the fool,
And get in trouble, feel the fear,
Excitement when the danger's near,
And grow up quickly, grow up sharp
And study German, study Arts,
And live abroad a life of love
And never ever get enough,
And return home with chip on shoulder
A year more stupid, a year more older,
And in the end we'd finally see
We're still the kids we used to be.

Tap tap, black rat,
You’ll have to do better,
It’s hidden - not hot. And I only ever
Show those that need to know,
And I need them to know every letter.

No traps, black rat,
There’s no paper trail,
It’s locked up inside and it’s not yet on sale.
I’m honing.
Slow and forever, my masterpiece never,
And nothing
For you.

Not a full stop to chew,
Not a hyphen to bite right through.