Fifteen Feet tall

If you were a whopping fifteen feet tall,

you have to be used to watching everyone observe you, 

a whopping giant standing above them all. 

Watching all the tiny people around you screaming calmly,

if you were fifteen feet tall.

 

If you were a whopping fifteen feet tall,

you always be it in hide and seek,

oh, what a sad day it would be when you are finally able to hide,

for what sight would that be if you tried to hide, oh what a sight, trying to hide behind a tree,

if you were fifteen feet tall.

 

Touching the ceiling what a breeze,

Winning basketball what a tease,

Sitting on the car roof what a crown full of leaves,

Being scolded for breaking the roof what a cheese,

but that's my life,

because I'm fifteen feet tall.

 

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