Down Silly Street I love to play,
Run and skip and dance all day.
I don't like it when my parents say:
Don't you go down to Silly Street today.
Why don't they like my Silly street,
It is to me such a treat.
My friends all there I love to meet,
With pockets filled with things to eat!
Oh! my parents are such a bore,
Yet it is they that I adore.
Adults are just one big chore,
Yes, I am free when out the door!
But dreams for me do come true,
For I know now just what to do.
Tonight I'll stop my dreams that fleet,
And tomorrow I'll be on -
YEA, Silly Street!!
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