We might not get older
We wouldn’t loose our awe
We would never need glasses
We could watch the world from somewhere high
My tree house about the city
We’d wear paper hats
And watch the ocean tides of people,
The waves that crash against the subways
Bellow us
We wear masks in public
So no one can take us
We don’t wear shoes in the rain
And we need never lower our ladder
For anyone else