Have you ever thought what it would be like to be three foot or four
Where your head didn't come up to the knob on the door
And your parents told you, you were part of your uncles wedding
But you didn't know where this adventure was heading.

You had to get up and stay clean all day
In a white shirt and new pants you wanted to toss away
You had to walk to the music and hold a pillow with rings
No kid would ever want to do these things

Everyone around was a larger person than you
If you looked straight ahead, it was a terrible view
It wasn't until you got to the stage
That those holding on would finally disengage.

Who in the audience kept coaching from their chair
It was your Mom of course, and she wanted you there
So you ran over to her to listen and fulfill
Then back to the stage to try to stand still

But that wasn't the worst that could happen that day
There were so many things that the preacher had to say
He kept going on about love and such
I just think he talked, a little too much

He had a big smile and never looked at me
But I guess he was talking to the others he could see.
Finally my uncle kissed his bride and walked away
It was almost the end of this boring day.

Now I could run and play with the others
No one paid attention, especially the mothers
It was over for now and the party had started.
I got back to normal when they finally departed.