• When I was very little,
    And I ran to hide.
    There was only one person,
    In which I could confide.

    We'd hide behind a bush,
    Next to my big tall house.
    We'd always go in and out,
    As quite as a mouse.

    In the game hide-and-seek,
    We'd go there everytime.
    We were always found last,
    The seeker even forgot us onetime.

    As we grew bigger,
    The hideaway shrunk to small.
    We had to stop going in there,
    For to exit we had to crawl.

    The childhood memories,
    The the hidaway will always hold,
    Will always be there in my heart.
    Forever bright and bold.