If grown up is eating greens
And washing the car on Sunday
Then let me be a child once more
And grant me a \'day to play\' day
I might want to pick my nose sometimes
And slurp milk up from the bowl
If having such good manners
Is what defines me being old
I\'ll run about and scream and shout
Wear plasters on my knee
If being mature means sitting still
And sipping Earl Grey tea
And yes I\'d like to make mud pie
And climb that dangerous tree
Imagine I have a bike that flies
And a best friend called ET
So cancel all those formal dos
And stuffy dinner dates
I want to wait for the ice cream van
And swing on garden gates
And I know you\'re thinking what a fool
Don\'t be so immature
But I think it\'s good to sometimes be
The child you were before!