That place from my stunted past.

That world, that jungle.

Girls and boys oblivious.

Of this world.

That world, that jungle.

Swing from vine to ditch.

Of this world.

We are not.

Swing from vine to ditch.

Trip and fall and bruise.

We are not.

So invincible.

Cries of 'Mother, help us!'

Girls and boys oblivious.

Of each other.

That place from my stunted past.