When the adults come in
Then everything is strange,
They cannot play the way we do
They have to rearrange.
They tell me not to run that way
They say Eve should brush her hair
They say that we should move something
Because they don't want it there.
They never really understand
What our games are about,
They never know the difference
Between a good scream and a shout.
When the adults take control
Then they all go on and on,
And suddenly we look and see
That all the fun is
Gone
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