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Just a minute or two ago,
I was still a child, I know,
Fighting tooth and nail with puberty . . .
I was foolish, I was green,
I was at that age between,
When one wanders as bewildered as can be . . .
But, at my advancing age,
I have turned a sudden page,
And I've come to know what I could never see:
Life is colorful and new,
Now I've had a sample view
Of the wonders that it has in store for me!
>>-<<
Excuse me, brother, my head is
spinnin',
I can't get rid of this grin I'm grinnin',
Oh, what a childlike state I've been in . . .
It's a whole new ball game now!
My eyes as big as the kitchen
sink,
My throat is dry, I'm afraid to blink--
What would A.J. Cronin think?
It's a whole new ball game now!
Holy smoke! How dark and dull
and dim the day was,
`Till I awoke to the golden palace of the Himalayas!
If ignorance is bliss . . .
Then someone tell me, what is this?
My head is spinnin' like a big
tornado,
My heart is burstin' like a hand grenade, oh
Nora, dear, you're a small potato!
(Here his mother calls him
again, angrily, as his lima beans are getting cold.)
Lima beans? Oh, wow!
`Cause it's a whole new ball game now!
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