if i wander out of sight
i will make it home all right
you will find me in the crowd
doing cartwheels, humming loud
gently you will tug my hand
talking of your reprimand
and gentle disappointment,
that I will thoughtfully lament
until the next time i run free
from the chains binding me
scampering in a meadow along
a stream, while I sing my song
you'll find the place where I roam
and again, bring me home
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