Where are our playmates of yesterday
The kids that we knew at school?
Whatever became of that bully kid
And the one we all called ‘The Fool? ’
That quiet girl who would burst into tears
Every-time that we shouted out ‘BOO! ’
And the loudmouthed one called Billy McCain
And the poor little lad with no shoes?
I’ll never forget that the prettiest of all
Was a sweet little thing in our class
Now, What was her name? Joy, Fiona or Beth?
I’ll just have to let that name pass!
The ugliest of all was a girl named Marie!
Much taller than us (and wore glasses!)
Like a matchstick – so thin – we would tease her and run
So she’d hide from us in between classes
We were all shapes and sizes – our growth spurts you see
Meant our uniforms didn’t fit well
Boys zips would unlock and girls buttons would pop
As their little breasts started to swell!
Some fat ones got thinner and short ones got tall
While some stayed the same with no growth at all
Now remember the kid with the pants mostly patches?
And the girl who would come with her head in a shawl?
Then the rich kid – the nasty one who’d flout all his new toys
And chat up the girls in front of the boys?
Remember the time that the bully boy hit him!
And remember we all yelled with our overcome joy!
So where are the playmates of yesterday?