BEING EIGHT YEARS OLD

The playground noise and constant chatter 
Life is for living and nothing else will matter 
Being eight years old I was exactly the same 
My only concern being tagged in a game 

No cares no worries and no bills to pay 
The biggest decision what game to play 
When the clock struck four it was home for tea
Ready and waiting was always cooked for me 

Teachers taught me what was right and wrong 
Will need a new set of clothes before too long 
For I'm growing up fast that's what Mummy says
Being eight years old were such happy days