Big street

Little feet little feet

Pitter patter pitter patter

Little feet big street

Does it even matter

Little feet skip a beat.     

Fall and hit the concrete    

Little feet get back up         

Even though it was kind of tough 

Skip a beat on repeat 

Isn’t always fun

But we’d be way too hot 

If the clouds never masked the sun

Little feet little feet 

Growing up is kind of tough

But you will always be enough

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