Your standing in my spot

the place where I belong,

your treading on my shoes 

dont you think its kind of wrong?

Have you no respect

do you not know who I am

that I could blow you away

with the wave of my hand.

Why do you look at me

why do you laugh

thats the trouble with you children

you go places your not asked,

your not like those adults

who cue to lick my boots

you have the strength to stand there

and give me worrying looks.

Alright!

alright I know its true

I am not that tall

well nor are you

yes!

yes its true

once upon a time I had hair

just as much as you,

its those people

the ones you call adults

they made me this superstar

to be honest its not what I want.

Good question that you ask

out of the mouths of babes

why do I stand on that spot?

perhaps because unlike you I am affraid.