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We climbed aboard that huge winged rocket,
and rode it to the sky.
Our minds would soar for hours and hours,
we're never gonna die.
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With pitch and yaw, dives and rolls,
we'd blast bad guys to heaven.
We'd crash and burn and walk away,
Heck, we're only seven.
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But jets give way to bats and balls,
to hoop and football too.
"We've got great potential," they'd say,
"The rest is up to you."
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How quick time travels from innocent days,
of running in the sun.
‘Til the day your Daddy tells you,
"It's your duty son."
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"Be strong, be tough, and be a man,"
I'd listen to them say.
"But wait a minute everyone,
I thought it was only play."
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And so it goes we're back today,
with no mournful song to sing.
That same great jet above us now,
shades us with its wings.
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Together again but now we rest,
a brass plaque is our home.
But we're not complaining, we're quite
content, to lie here all alone.
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So Moms and Dads bring the kids on by,
and read a name or two.
Remember these precious children
sure think the world of you.
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Tell them the truth about us,
don't shirk, don't squirm, don't lie,
and tell them that the toys boys play with,
could someday make men die.
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And think of us if not out loud,
but when it's quiet and dark.
After all we're your kids you know,
The Boys of Del Valle Park.
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