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Spoons for shovels

We were explorers my brother and I
We delved down into the deepest darkest jungles
Climbed the tallest mountains and walked deserts

Even if the jungle was a bunch of bush’s and the mountain our front step
The desert just a field across the street
We were explorers

We were lion tamers my brother and I
We had lion taming hats and chairs to fend them off
There roars were deafening, but we made them do tricks

Even if our hats were mixing bowls and the lions were our cats
The chairs we fended them off with from my tea parties
We were lion tamers

We were monster hunters my brother and I
We looked under beds and in closets without being afraid
Our trusty flashlight with us until the monster jumped out
And we would run away screaming gleefully

Even if we were both a little scared
Our flashlight was a keychain and the monster was played by dad
We were monster hunters

We were bone collectors my brother and I
We had big shovels and a huge pit full of dino bones
Everything we found was put on display
And we were famous

Even if our shovels were spoons
And the huge pit was a small hole in the back yard
Our dino bones just rocks put in the window sill by mum
We were bone collectors

We were super heroes my brother and I
We had capes and leapt tall buildings in a single bound
Saved innocent people from burning buildings
And all the other evils we could imagine

Even if our capes were made of towels
The buildings were pillows on the living room floor
And the people we saved were only toys
We were super heroes

We were best friends my brother and I
We hid together when we were scared
And no matter what we could tell each other anything

Even as I watch him grow up right in front of me
When he felt like a stranger living in the same house
And I would stay up all night just to make sure he came home
Because he knew strange people
We were best friends

We still are like that sometimes my brother and I
Still pretend that we’re not afraid
That we really did tame lions
And that our capes aren’t made of towels

But we never had to pretend that we’re best friends
My brother and I
And can still tell each other anything

Even if he grew up right in front of me
And can still feel like a stranger living in the same house
Were still best friends my brother and I
Written by keys_and_gloves
Published | Edited 23rd Oct 2011
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