A little kid goes from

size one to size two

still we have same job

what is it that we do

all the change that's going on

in that tiny mind

still we're indecisive,

still we're wasting time

and there's cause, cause,

cause to be alarmed

who feeds the dove

who gives the world its charm

cause, cause, cause to be alarmed

we are pumped up fantasies

until the world's disarmed

a little hungry face

deserved more than roots to chew

they will erupt