Sometime not too distant,
   There will come a day
 When you will return to
   A frequent state of play.

When that day comes around,
   You'll have lost all concern
 For the adults' belief that
   Frivolity must be spurned.

You'll take to tossing balls
 And climbing up the walls,
 Just like you used to do
  When you were one or two --
    Before that human zoo
     Got its hooks in you.