being six
Oh the sweetness
Of being six.
The world is unknown,
But it’s not mean and scary.
It’s all full of magic,
Of Santa and fairies.
You mean what you say
And know no other way;
You fly on your bike
But still thumb-suck at night.
When money is meaningless
And clouds are mysterious;
When every day brings
Some new marvelous thing.
Oh six, keep on shining,
You don’t have to try hard;
Oh six, just keep learning
To love who you are.
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