Up in the sky there passes a bird
Its flight is swift not a sound is heard
It surveys the ground looking for its prey
All this it does every single day
A life of repetition is the life of the wild
Why then is that word applied to a child
It is said to be wild no order must exist
No straight line, your path is a twist
Run around free and deny all obligation
Chasing your whims for each mild sensation
Yet if you were wild your life would depend
On your ability to survive and for yourself to fend
To be wild is to have all cares for yourself
Leaving no tasks to thy proverbial elf
No one else does anything for you
To be wild is to be burdened this much is true
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