You
think
we can be kept
in
a
yard
with
a
fence
to
separate us
to
keep
us
readily
confined
We
got
news
for
you
We are
not
only
full
of seeds
blowing
hither
and
thon
but
we
are
blooming
in
the
sunlight
and
I
kid
you not
we
are
keeping up
with
the
moon!
The night
is
young
and it is
impossible
to
keep
us
from
joy
Children
talk
back
to the fence
scorn
the
yard
go
go
prance
prance!