To little children
The world is a playground. 
They can't wait to start the day.  
There're not enough hours in the day.  

To little children
The world is a classroom. 
They ask everything with curious eyes. 
They learn something new each day. 

To little children 
The world is a treasure island. 
They spy with their little eyes. 
They find happiness in simple things.  

Like little children
May I return to square one and start over.

I would play more, fret less,
I would stay hungry, stay foolish, 
I would look for the good and enjoy them.

I would relax more, worry less, 
knowing that this is my father's world.