On the couch, I was engrossed
It was time for sleep, time to rest
but my own time to try and test
the little pleasures I could generate
as I sit, relax, and... concentrate
On all those things of which I'd heard
Of girls and boys, the song absurd
yet calling. Oh how I long
to feel the music and sing along
But what is this? This has never happened before.
The whooshing, pulsing, movement of something that should not move!
The culprit I pull into view
It shakes and heaves out something new
I know what this means. I've heard of this.
The words must come out, but the house shant be woken,
I remember those words, so forcefully spoken,
I wish I was a little child again!
I wish I was a little child again!
I wish I was a little child again!