Carefree Days

My father once told me, son, don’t go into the friggle where the yammor jiggles,
When I get bigger I will venture into the friggle, no matter what you do, you can’t stop me,
I then scampered off to frolic and play, it was a great day,
Discouraged from my outrageous thoughts was I? Well, they tried,
Teaching and lessons would not help,
For,
This young boy would fight the yammor in the friggle I giggled,
Frowns were shown openly, even by the town glopenly, carefree thoughts I had, they thought this was bad,
But I was just a young cad, dreaming of adventure,
When I turned dop, I climbed mount Hyppa, without their permisher, there I played with the dangerous berisher,
When I returned I was greeted hopingly, I was then lectured openly, by Auldhodot’s Ederls
This, they stated, is absolute folly
You are jolly, and a young cad, but must you go off on sprees, sprees that might break your knees,
Rebellion is what I want, so I ran far away, that’s where I’m happy, staying away,
I lived in the woods all by myself, I was growing mature, slowly gaining stature,
I am a child at heart, a child at mind, soon not to be,
Most people know the older you are, the less fun there is,
Why mull about things that depress, when we could go and play a game of chess?
I started to realize this could not go forever, so I went back, even though I thought never,
I went back to my town, my town Auldhodot, without even a spot, where I grew tall and strait, from a young pup, to a grown up,
I am old now, and look back on my ways, I had fun and I enjoyed all those days, Enjoy yours too,
Use them to their best, this is my request, this is my advice,
You must listen because my age is yours thrice, carefree days playing in the sun, bright beautiful sun,
Those carefree days,
Carefree days.