Here comes that time of year again Gets to be in the behind kind of pain The whining and sulking trying to say Gosh this is going to be a boring day

I don't have anything to do says he I turn round and say don't look at me Always found fun things to do said I Lots of things I remember I then sigh

Oh then tell me what you use to do He looked at me and dared me to I start to think and remember when I remember then what had been

I would go outside first thing each day Hop on my bike and then peddle away Down the street there to visit the park Not to get home till it was almost dark

I'd find little holes in the sandy ground And play a little game with only the sound Dooddle bug doodle bug your house is on fire Of this little game I seemed never to tire

A tiny little insect would rise to the top When I ran out of holes I had to stop Tie a junebugs leg with a piece of string Going in circles he'd would then swing

Around my head just a few feet away That would then use up part of the day Find a nice shaded spot up under a tree I'd start reading, that really suited me

Sometimes I would get just a little tired And take a nap I was not always wired Or lie in the field and look up at the sky Make animals out of clouds floating by

After a rain look under a rock or board Finding long juicy worms I then hoard Them for the next time I wanted to fish Or find a frog, kiss him and make a wish

Find a friend and draw on the sidewalk A game of hopscotch with a piece of chalk Or sit on the porch with jacks and a ball Playing till I lost or won, didn't matter at all

Get out my cars and then sit in the sand Making roads and bridges with my hand I could have wrecks n crashes in the dirt And when playing this way no one got hurt

When night came around we got out the jars We'd go out side and look up at the stars Looking for lightening bugs, seal them up tight And at bedtime we'd have a natural nitelight

When I was young girl and this a fact I'd never say bored, was such a rash act Cause I'd be shown a big pan of beans To snap or shell, corn to husk and clean

Mama would find me chores of some sort For me to do, her list it was never short Always there, just waiting for me to do I'd know better than to whine like you

You see boy you have it better than me We didn't have game boys or color TV Stereo's or puter games to stare at all day Your being bored angers me enough to say

Get up off your butt and start to think How good you got it, or quick as a wink If you can't find anything I'll tell you true I can certainly find you something to do

Belljoye 3 April 2001

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