Somewhere it’s a rule of thumb
You must always chew on bubble gum.
Somewhere there’s a school of sorts
Where all day long they play games and sports.
Somewhere it’s commendable
To talk to folks when your mouth is full.
Somewhere where the rules are fair
It’s against the law to wash your hair.
Somewhere there’s a kind of mother
Who likes it when you hit your brother.
Somewhere vegetables aren’t permitted
And massive spitballs may be spitted.
Somewhere kids are in command
And no one has to raise his hand
To leave the room at any time;
If you have to go, it’s not a crime.
Somewhere you can stay up late
And never have to clean your plate.
Somewhere they’ll buy you any bike
Not the cheaper one, but the one you like.
Somewhere I know you’ll find the place;
Once or twice, I’ve seen a trace
Of a hint of an inkling of a clue
That such a place as this is true.
I’m just afraid it will take so long
To find it, and I hope I’m wrong,
That by the time the place has shown up
I will already have gone and grown up.