Six

When you’re six years old you can tell
How bad the girl behind you smells
Chocolates for dinner and tea
And the gravel rash on my knee
Never beats me people for too tall
And your mum and dad are screaming at walls
There’s just so much you can do
When you get up for them until they shoo
If it’s Tuesday then I’m a train
No two days are ever the same
Raggety ends of a tree
Is that my grand mother following me?
When you’re six years old you can tell
Which parents are all going to hell
Custard apples and cream
And the tree house made for three
Never beats me people for too tall
And your house guests are screaming at walls
There’s just so much you can do
When you get up for them until they shoo
Take a look what I found
It’s a bus ticket left on the ground
The thrill to sign up to a team
And my brother never knows where I’ve been
Quit bothering me
There’s so much you don’t know
Just going on and dig your knee
When you’re six years old you can tell
How bad the girl behind you smells
Chocolates for dinner and tea
And the gravel rash on my knee