Childish Things

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Childish ThingsOld man Smythe was cleanin’ his chimney one afternoonFound an old red Frisbee near the drain pipe on his roofIt’d been years since he’d been up there but he knew where it was fromMrs. Phillips next door and her bratty little sonHe remembered the hell that kid raised with a slingshot and rocksAnd showin’ his Mom what that firecracker did to his mailboxOne night a bag of somethin’ bad was burnin’ by his front doorSmythe came out shakin’ his fist cos he had no patience forChildish things that fill a young kid’s heartCap gun makin’ nothin’ but noiseBaseballs that him and other boysAlways hit in his yardRoller skates by his garden gateCrackerjack de-coder ringsLost in his roses ev’ry SpringOh how he hated childish thingsSmythe always raised the flag on his lawn around sunriseYears ago that kid skidded up on his Huffy and asked him whySmythe told him a story and showed him the scar on his sideThat kid thought hard and from that day on he left behindChildish things that fill a young kid’s heartCap gun makin’ nothin’ but noiseBaseballs that him and other boysAlways hit in his yardRoller skates by the garden gateCrackerjack de-coder ringsLost in the roses ev’ry SpringOh how he hated childish thingsWell, Smythe climbed down the ladder and knocked on Mrs. Phillip’s doorWhen she saw that old Frisbee she knew what he was there forShe led him to a dark room with a folded flag on a deskWith a tear she put that Frisbee with a slingshot and the restOf his childish things that fill a young kid’s heartCap gun makin’ nothin’ but noiseBaseballs that him and other boysAlways hit in the yardRoller skates by the garden gateCrackerjack de-coder ringsLost in his roses ev’ry SpringOh how they missed those childish things©2007 Robert George