Growing Up
I’ve got shoes with grown up laces.
I’ve got knickers and a pair of braces
I’m all ready to run some races
Who’s coming out with me?
I’ve got a nice new pair of braces
I’ve got shoes with new brown laces
I know wonderful paddly places
Who’s coming out with me?
Every morning my new grace is
“Thank you, God, for my nice braces
I can tie my new brown laces.”
Who’s coming out with me?
