They laugh and shout and they sing out loud. Kids are kids the whole world round. Some of them wear a sari, Some a silk kimono, Some of them wear a fez or a turban, Some a straw sombrero. Some of them swagger in cowboy boots, Some even strut in three piece suits, Mostly they wear their faded blue jeans, When they get to be teens. Kids live in Capetown, Melbourne, and Rio Tokyo, Cairo, New York, or Rome.
Kids live in jungles, deserts, and forests, Wherever they are is home.
Kids come in colors from light to dark, Each of them born with a special spark. Inside they're just like you. From North to South, wherever you may go, Kids are kids, kids are kids. From East to West, whomever you may meet, Kids are kids, kids are kids. While we're at the movies Thrills and chills and spills galore Or viewing our home videos Favorite scenes we've seen before.