The old man sitting in his old chair, scowls at our play,
So he chases us around, just to be found and waste the day away
His scowl turns to a smile while our legs move faster,
He follows anyway while we play, but it becomes a huge disaster,
The fun was gone and in came the fear,
Running away we look back all the same and everything became clear,
We stop in our tracks though we still were scared,
We ran back for the old man for that is who we had cared,
We got away and again we started to play,
Following the same circle that came our way.
