Red Rover, Red Rover

Red Rover, Red Rover

Send that girl over.

That girl who runs through the two strongest boys

That girl who purposely gets caught to flirt with the boys

That girl who acts too mature for her age,

who only plays for the boys.

 

Red Rover, Red Rover

Send that boy over.

That boy who takes the game too seriously

That boy who screams up an opening and uses all their strength to break through

That boy who everyone is afraid of,

who only plays to win.

 

Red Rover, Red Rover

Send that quiet kid over.

That quiet kid who was pressured into playing

That quiet kid who is only used to even out the teams

That quiet kid who never talks but always listens,

who only wants to be left alone.

 

Red Rover, Red Rover

Send that average kid over.

That average kid who sometimes breaks it

That average kid who sometimes doesn’t make it

That average kid who plays for fun,

who only wants to make friends.

 

Red Rover, Red Rover

Send that “hotshot” over.

That “hotshot” who always finds a loophole

That “hotshot” who runs under or jumps over the linked arms

That “hotshot” who calls out the other cheaters,

who does everything to be right.

 

Who am I

In this game?

Well,

Red Rover, Red Rover

Send me right over…

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