Now you've reached three, passed four, turned five
It's still Gran's chief job to keep you alive
When you run down a busy high street I've a plan
You walk by me and hold my hand
You cannot dart across the street
You're big enough to control your feet
You cannot fight a big, loud lorry
He will win and we'll be sorry
You can run as you like around the park
Climb the slide and push the swing
But when we're by a busy road
That's a totally different thing
My job's to see you grow to a teen
Even if you're grumpy and mean
Then you can play in a loud band
But while you're small you hold my hand
When you're adult you can walk alone
Talking to a mobile phone
Collide with others. Shout at them
Never learn, just do it again
When I see someone walk alone
Immersed in their mobile phone
Sorry to say I'm not sorry
To think the winner will be the lorry.
-ends-
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