I’m on top of the world.
Everything’s below me.
I’m five years old and nothing’s
Going to take me down.
I will go outside and play in the sand
Or maybe a squirt gun water war.
I will go back home and DEMAND a snack
‘Cause I’m five years old and master of all I see.
I will sit at the dinner table and eat only what I want.
That means no broccoli or green beans or carrots or crap.
(Oh my gosh! Did I just say that? That’s a BAD word.)
I don’t want to go to bed at nine.
I want to stay up.
‘Cause I’m a recalcitrant five year old
And I should always get my way.
Mar 16, 2010
Mar 16, 2010 at 7:05 PM UTC
I’m on top of the world.
Everything’s below me.
I’m five years old and nothing’s
Going to take me down.
I will go outside and play in the sand
Or maybe a squirt gun water war.
I will go back home and DEMAND a snack
‘Cause I’m five years old and master of all I see.
I will sit at the dinner table and eat only what I want.
That means no broccoli or green beans or carrots or crap.
(Oh my gosh! Did I just say that? That’s a BAD word.)
I don’t want to go to bed at nine.
I want to stay up.
‘Cause I’m a recalcitrant five year old
And I should always get my way.
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