We lived in our clubhouse
My brother, my sister, and me
With our pet dogs drawn on the walls with chalk.
We were small, just children
Yet we wanted nothing more than to grow up.
Apple juice was beer
Grape juice was wine
And if we wanted coffee
We made iced tea suffice.
We cooked for ourselves in our clubhouse
All we needed was grass and leaves.
We never ate our food of course.
It was just pretend.
We pretended night and day
And we waited for our chance
Our chance to show we could be independent
Independent from our parents, and from the world
Now that we are grown up
I wish we could go back
Back to being a child
Back to being a “Little Grownup”
But for now I’ll just pretend.