First thing
You are born
You grow out of the old things you have worn
You also have to go to bed
For a brain you need a head
Then you have to go to pre school
The long summer days start to grow cool
You are now, probably in elementary
Maybe it will be a whole new century
Then you go to a big, popular college
Coming back with lots of useful knowledge
Before you’ll know it
You’ll be old and frail
I hope you have enjoyed this life’s simple tale.