the small baddies

The small baddies on the beach

The tent they sit in and play

The world of their own in the castle

The baby talk the parents have no clues at all

The windy breezes floating along

Rustling the tent the small baddies ignore

They have their toys and buddies in the tent

The gleeful eyes and the smiles they share

“Listen we are alone

Nobody will come to know

I tell you a story..

When I was in Malaysia”

“Yeah..what did you do?

You cried all the times?

Different climate and scenes?”

“No...I was treated like a small king

I got a head gear listening to the music

I clapped my hands and I saw smiling faces

I show you how it was with me...”

Sebby looks at his friend Jack

Smiling at his recollections then

Jack doesn't want to lose his face

“Listen I have my bag of magic beans”

“I never heard of magic beans

I hear of magic tricks....”

“Look it is inside my bag

You want to touch it?

It will not bite your fingers

I zip it open you can feel it”

“No Jack

I hear the wind calling

It sounds like your laughter”

Jack smiles away

“You don't want to touch my beans

It has many colours to play with

Inside my bag you can see”

Sebby looks up

There is no magic beans in the clouds

The tent is still the same

The laughter ringing in his ears

“I tell you Jack”

We are the magic in this world

In our tent we are the same

We are the small kings in our parents eyes”

Jack laughs holding his magic bag

“Yeah yeah we are the small kings

Our parents will pamper us day and night

We are the magic in our parents lives”

Sebby looks up again

Showing Jack his moves

“I dance this way and that way

I have a good time swinging...”