As a little one, I feared,

“What is the big people world like?”

The big people world is filled with joys

When you stop caring about toys

And start looking at cute boys 

The big people world means parked cars 

But not getting into beach bars

And watching boyfriends play their guitars

The big people world is to hang out of a sunroof

Needing to know someone truly loves you in proof

And, despite anxiety, trying to remain aloof

The big people world turns slowly 

Spinning on its axis, playing goalie

And wondering if you’re being unholy 

If I had the chance 

I’d go back to little me and dance

To tell her not to fear 

Because the big people world is not that severe