Squirmy little bodies on little plastic mats
In little classrooms
With little tables
And little chairs.
Closing their tiny little eyes and pretending to sleep.
And as they lie on their little plastic mats
They have big dreams about big plans
To have big jobs like big people.
To be big firefighters and big policemen and big businessmen
Who do big things.
Meanwhile big people are in big offices
With big desks and big plans.
Pretending to feel as big as they seem.
Wishing their own names were big enough to fit on the
Big name plates on their big desks.
Working for bigger people.
With bigger jobs.
And bigger names.
And all the while they keep inside their
The little secret
That they wish they could go back to being little people
In little classrooms with little tables and little chairs.
Closing their tiny little eyes and lying on little plastic mats.
With nothing as big as their