The World in Contest

Grown-ups can be so unfair
They are so unfair to their kids
They expect us to make friends with the world
And become a national person
Although we wish to carry on playing
Yet America is 10 o'clock, a very late night
And Tokyo is 8 o'clock, early in the morning
Not a time to play
The world is not just one
The time isn't the same; the days are upside-down
The world is in a contest, which makes life more interesting
'Coz everyone is different
Having abilities of their own

Grown-ups can be so unfair
They are so unfair to their kids
They expect us to study real hard
So that we'll become geniuses
Although it's true in a way, it's easier said than done
Some don't score in their tests
Some can't even play 'Jump House'
Many turn out to be losers
But as long as there at least good thing in us, that's enough!
The best thing would be to be able to be energetic after school
Kids are in a contest, which makes school more interesting
'Coz everyone is different
Having abilities of their own

Bread, fish, books and fresh flowers in the garden
Everything is here ready to be bought and sold
The city is in a contest, which makes the roads more interesting
'Coz everyone is different
Having abilities of their own

Goldfishes move left and right in the pond
Yet mud skippers move up and down
No one's copying anyone
Just copying their own

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