I’m from shooting a gun,
From getting it done.
Casting reals making deals,
Where I come from,
We clean up our mess,
From releasing stress.
I’m from baking pies,
To cooking fries.

Where I come from,
Laying on the beach,
While eating a peach.
I’m from loving cats,
To wearing flats.
I’m from dressing up,
To using a glass cup.

Where I come from,
We play in the leaves,
My mom makes us wear long sleeves.
From pumpkin carving,
Never left home starving.

Where I come from,
Smelling apple scented candles,
While holding rake handles.
Little kids running around
Smacking, crashing, and hitting
The ground.
Where I come from.