Little children have no fear,
they pretend to fly,
turn sticks to spears.
Little children give and take.
love the ones,
who fill their plates.
Little children love to believe,
in magic, ghosts,
and their wildest dreams.

Little children eat worms,
make a buffet,
of the dirt.
Little children play with fire,
unaware of,
dangerous desire.
Little children grow and share,
play together,
cut their hair.

Little children pioneer,
shape the world,
from what they hear.
Little children sleep all night,
lest they wake,
from restless plight.
Little children do not know,
that one day they,
will cease to grow.

Little children become adults,
who rock the world,
with their faults.
Little children do not laugh,
when they realize life,
moves too fast.

Now, little children, have no fear.
Life's too short,
to disappear.
So live as if,
you have to smile.
It'll make each day,
worth all the while.

Because right before,
you're close to dead,
you'll begin to ponder,
if you've lost your head.
You'll wonder if,
you've had the time,
to grow and laugh,
to love and shine.

And then the things,
you'll miss the most,
is eating worms,
and believing in ghosts.