When I was a kid, I was a kid
Like every other, I had my mischiefs
I soiled myself building mud hills
I placed my fingers in the till
At some point, I picked meat from the pot
Rubbing evidence on my white shirt
Shameful as it is I did bed wet
I told white lies, nodding my head
From mum, I hid wounds without delay
When I bruise my knee from a rough play
Time for silence were my moments
Disturbance seemed to be my talent
Most times from an innovation
It all ended up in destructions
From nothing I still created fields
I jumped down from trees with other kids
I saw things as a piece of cake
Like climbing mountains and swimming lakes
Most times I hate seeking for help
My energy sprung in its own step
When I was a kid, I was a kid!
Now I am a dad, watching my kid.
