It's our world and you cannot enter,
You're too tall and you'd have to stoop.
We crawl on our hands and knees,
Though you seek and you try
When you get too close we start to cry.
You buy us toys with which to play,
And there we'll spend a happy day,
Then you feed us food which we will not eat
And give us a bath, and call it a treat!
Then when we are awake you put us to bed
And when we are tired you keep us awake
With a bed-time story, oh for heaven's sake!
Then in the morning when we are half asleep
You make us get up when we're still counting sheep.
And make us wash and clean our teeth.
It's our world and you cannot enter,
Our world is too small for you to understand
It is full of innocence and blind trust, and is mild.
Your world has no trust is not that grand
You need to look at the world with the eyes of a child.
Staying overnight at my grandmother's home was such a treat growing up. she let us be children. enjoyed reading very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The kids innocence behavior and here I must say a truth teller well delineated and it gave a panorama 1st Size 2nd compulsion 3rd also compulsion 4th curse to the grown world as in 1st I love kids Mr David all sorts of kids, I enjoy to talk with them. and always felt A CALL FOR FREEDOM here also in this poem freedom is a desire..kid say Don't interfere in the realm of kid...we have to be a kid(Innocent) thanx a lot very nice poem enjoyed and confirmed freedom is the everlasting demand