I grew up thinking Cuckoos lived in clocks
That eskimos wore fifteen pairs of socks
That instant coffee was a magic trick
That eating lots of chocolate made me sick
I grew up thinking fall was when you fell
Not some season that my school forgot to tell
I thought that buses came along in threes
And can't explain why things can be bees knees
I grew up thinking that I was a dunce
I should always eat my greens all at once
I never knew what Greenwich meantime was
That clocks go forward springtime, just because
I grew up thinking I could write a rhyme
No matter where I was at any time
And this one proves that maybe I was wrong
I couldn't write a poem all along!
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