Stairs are scary, Steep and long, I treat them with respect. Holding the rail, I go down slow. I don’t play games I don’t make jokes Until I reach the bottom.
Stairs to me are not a joke I do not play or gaggle; But once my feet do touch the ground, I smile and throw my hands up.
I held the railing! I made it down! I’ll never let it go!
As I go down, I let go once The stairs are not a joooooooooooooooo—!
When I get old There will be A list for you to do; One will be to water grass Another to tie my shoe.
When I get old I hope you’re young Cause there’ll be lots to accomplish; Like drive me to the Movies Bingo Making me a sandwich.
When I get old I’ll lose my teeth Maybe my smell, too; I’ll lose my sight, I’ll lose my purse; I’ll lose my worth, I’ll lose my house, I’ll lose my ears, My nose, My head, I wont have any Any friends; I’ll cry myself to bed at night, I’ll cry until I’m dead.
When I am dead Perhaps one day You’ll make your own list, too.
If you took time To count the rocks You’d have a million trillion. Turn them, turn them Upside down; We’d watch them fall Across the mall; Our streets would be a rocky patch Where we would walk—not drive.
Our schools would be a mess you see From all the dust and stone. And no dog no dog Anywhere Could ever find their bone.
The rocks would start another school Where they would learn to stay;
When it’s almost day There are so many things I have to say; There was no peep from me at night But I had dreamed another life.
You didn’t go to work You went to a shower; Hour by hour You added some lather; The lather got big Out the window you went Driving to work in not a bike but a tent.
The tent went fast Swooshed to a stop; All you could see was A thousand rocks; You never did hurry The work was refreshing Your family happy.
A big machine Across the street Makes a sound like crushing feet; And when I look Out my window I see my neighbors scream.
HELP! HELP!
We have no legs! That truck ran us over! Now we’re all dead!
That’s why you never cross the street Don’t ever ever cross the street Don’t even think about crossing the street Without a parent near you.