We'll play in the road with matches...
We'll drink the Drano down...
We'll run with scissors in our hand and...
hide in the fridge where we can't be found.
When Daddy tells us not to...
We'll say “you're a crazy old man”...
When Mommy tells us not to...
We'll say “but Daddy said I can”.
We'll play in the road with matches...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem