We're all on this journey, meeting on the road. Welcoming each other we can lighten the load. In every land, in every tongue, this word is spoken, this word is sung. Kids everywhere make a joyful sound. 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.