Here’s to all those times,
When we wanted to grow up.
Listen to your heart as it rhymes,
Don’t rush things before you can stand up.
Live free as a butterfly,
Before the deadlines,
Oh dear little me,
Rather colour within the picture’s lines.
Because once you reach eighteen,
It’s count down to the finish line,
And life is everything in-between,
You’ll miss out on while you think you’re fine.
So live a little more today,
Solve that puzzle a little longer,
Draw that castle and play,
Because when tomorrow comes, you won’t be any younger.
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