The grown ups are cray cray. They do not know how to play. They are too serious all the time. They do not even know how to rhyme.
We like to play and have fun.
We like the brightness of the sun.
We use our imagination.
And we play with our creations.
We make fun our safe place.
We barricade ourselves with crates.
Inside our meadow we are free.
No one forces our "we" to "me."