I´ve given up my nightlight ´cause I´m not scared of the dakr.
I´ve tasted buttermilk. Sat throught Jurassic Park.
I´ve taken off my trainig wheels, used adult shampoo.
Sometimes there´s no limit to the scary things I´ll do.
I don´t hide in the closed when I hear thunderclap.
I dunk my head in water, I´ve sat on Santa´s lap.
I never bat but eye when I get my measles shot.
So when things get scary , it´s a good thing I´ve got. . .
First day at kindergarden, other night have wept.
Sat and played with Legos , At nap time, I slept.
I climb the tallest junglle guys, slide the biggest slides.
When I go to Disney World, I ride the biggest rides.
Last Friday at assembly ,in front of the whole school.
I played a singing carrot and didn´t lose my cool.
I hoped out on that stage, and sang out clear and strong.
In sticky situations, I always bring along. . . . . .
The sight of a ghost, won´t turn me to toast.
I´ better than that
But if I despair, and Mom isn´t there.
There´s always Dad.
My heart´s in my mouth, my nerves heading south.
And I´ve got a shakes.
I suck in my gut. I´m mean and I´m lean. I swagger and strut.
A.P.T. Marine. Left right, Left right
I left the jitters behind.
You won´t see us clinch when we´re in the trench.
Or when thing get hairy.
We´re so full of bravery.. .
. . It´s scary!!