Monkeys And Birds

Oh, what if we
Could pick shells off the beach
Every day of the year

And feel our feet again
And ride our bikes in the streets
All the way to the pire

And what if we
Could spend all our summers
In a tree, in a tree

Like monkeys and birds
And hiding nerds
And young lo-oh-oh-oh-oh-vers
What if we, what if we?

Could have a laughter in the sun
As we go go go go again, around on the roundabout

Just shake our worries off
What if we are still young enough to do that?

And when the fall blows in and the leaves leave us alone
And the rain keeps pouring down on us, then well go back home

What if we could be living it up in a tree?!