I don't want to get older.
I want to go back,
When I thought 'shut up' was bad
When all the pain I had
Was bee stings and a dead rabbit
When I didn't know what sex was
And boys were yuck.

I want to go back to climbing trees,
Getting lost in imagination
And Kits fur.
Back to when responsibility was for 'adults'
When I hated dresses
And lighters were evil.

I don't want to get older
A don't want a job, a husband, a house.
I just want to sing off tune
And roll in grass and mud
I want to love going to the tip
To see the seagulls all take off.

When guinea pigs squealed
And tummies were small
And I could run and run
And never collapse.
But life ain't all sweet
And older I am.
Guess I just have to grow up.