Oh, to be a wee one again

Now that would be alright

To be carefree with squeals of delight

Free from the illness that plagues ones life

No dark clouds on the horizon wild

Oh, the joys of being a child

Never an intruder of the mind

Life is not always kind

Moving forward it is time

On to conquering the night

Fighting for one's life

Oh, to be a tyke forever more