I Want To Go On Living Even

At Any Rate, Daddy Usually Comes To My Defence. Without Him I Wouldn't Be Able To Stick Out Here.

I Have Often Been Downcast, But Never In Despair.

Even When I Was Older, I Couldn't Stop Asking Questions.

I Long To Ride A Bike, Dance, Whistle, Look At The World, Feel Young And Know That I'm Free, And Yet I Can't Let It Show. Just Imagine What Would Happen If All Eight Of Us Were To Feel Sorry For Ourselves Or Walk Around With The Discontent Clearly Visible On Our Faces. Where Would That Get Us?

I Can't Help Telling You That I've Begin To Feel Deserted.