I wanted to go and trick-or-treat
to the house across the street.
Mommy said I'm not big enough.
Crossing the street is grown-up stuff.

I guess that I'll have to show her I
am really quite a grown-up guy.
I'll pack a sack, run away from home,
go wherever I want to roam.

I'll join the circus and train a bear.
Be a pilot and fly anywhere.
I'll be a fireman, fight a fire.
Do whatever I desire.

I'll be a King and have a palace.
Or, visit the aurora borealis.
I'll be a sailor and sail the sea.
I'm going now, don't stop me.

I'll run so far away from here
I won't get back for about a year.
Well, I am going out the door.
I won't be back anymore.

'Bobby', said mommy, 'I see you're back.
Did you forget to take your sack'?

'No mommy,
Running away isn't very neat
If you won't let me cross the street'.