Little Maniacs
We crossed the deserts and the plain
We never wanted to go back again
We climbed the trees and broke a bone
But the woods and fields were our home
We were always happy
The sun on our backs
We were such tearaways
Little maniacs
Chase the crickets, "mind the road!"
Never doing what we're told
Bullies come and bullies go
We've got the scars left to show
Darkness came, but we'd never tire
We got in trouble when someone lit a fire
Power struggles, test your might
Clear the air with a fight
Writer/s: Daniel Bailey-Graham
