Have you ever sung with a sparrow
By imitating it’s “tweet”
Though the bird looks a little baffled
Boy, it is a great duet
Have you ever climbed up a tall, thin
And gangly papaya tree
To have it slowly bend down to earth
Because of the weight of thee
Have you ever pulled the pony-tail
Of the pretty girl next door
While deep inside you can’t decide if
You like or dislike her more
Have you ever tried to catch the wind
As it passes in a rush
Try as you may, chasing it about
It is always air you grasp
Have you ever sat on a tube and
Go sliding fast down a hill
Even if you fall and tumble down
Gosh, it is still such a thrill
Have you ever tried to speak to one
On whom you have a huge crush
And end up tongue-tied and stammering
Your face coloured red with blush
Have you ever played in the puddles
That’s left by the recent rain
And then return home, wet and dirty
To mama’s dismay again
Have you ever listened to a song
While playing your air guitar
Darn it, at times I do more than that
I conduct an orchestra
Have you ever felt like Peter Pan
Flying high up in the sky
It’s all because the girl of your dreams
Smiles sweetly when passing by
If we have never done the things we do
Would I still be I, and you still be you
By imitating it’s “tweet”
Though the bird looks a little baffled
Boy, it is a great duet
Have you ever climbed up a tall, thin
And gangly papaya tree
To have it slowly bend down to earth
Because of the weight of thee
Have you ever pulled the pony-tail
Of the pretty girl next door
While deep inside you can’t decide if
You like or dislike her more
Have you ever tried to catch the wind
As it passes in a rush
Try as you may, chasing it about
It is always air you grasp
Have you ever sat on a tube and
Go sliding fast down a hill
Even if you fall and tumble down
Gosh, it is still such a thrill
Have you ever tried to speak to one
On whom you have a huge crush
And end up tongue-tied and stammering
Your face coloured red with blush
Have you ever played in the puddles
That’s left by the recent rain
And then return home, wet and dirty
To mama’s dismay again
Have you ever listened to a song
While playing your air guitar
Darn it, at times I do more than that
I conduct an orchestra
Have you ever felt like Peter Pan
Flying high up in the sky
It’s all because the girl of your dreams
Smiles sweetly when passing by
If we have never done the things we do
Would I still be I, and you still be you
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