Kids

What do kids know! What do kids know?
The’ll lick a cold pipe.
They’ll eat yellow snow.
 
What do kids like! What do kids like?
Broken down playgrounds.
Rusty old bikes.
 
Where do kids go! Where do kids go?
To the forests and creeks.
Where lonely winds blow.
 
What do kids do! What do kids do?
They vie for position,
deciding who’s who.
 
What can kids be! What can kids be?
No man can say.
It’s not up to we.
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