Shabadoo. Forgive me.

Shabadoo. Forgive me.

Why when you come to me do I have to be resentfull? Aye, if only I wasn't such a child when I shouldn't be such a child.

To be a child is great, most of the time. The world is bigger and more beautiful, still within reach but with little hands that can only hold so much.

But sometimes I have to be a man. And when you needed space, I cried. I cried because it was my day one day off, and come on! I work hard and gee whizz, it was my one Sunday to go out and be warm in the amazingly warm, nonseasonal weather and see and be seen and go to the zoo, and why would you want to walk alone anyway?....shabadoo. (this is my "ohmmmmmm)"

Shabadoo. Forgive me.