Sung by a Beaver…

Can I play with matches?

Give me the sense to wonder

To wonder if I’m good

Give me the sense of wonder

To know I can light wood

Give me the strength to hold my hand still

Sit back on the floor

Don’t need to flee or put-out this fire

Gonna break down the walls

Break out and burn this door

Can I play with matches?

The Leader stared at my hands so small

Can I play with matches?

There’s no parent here at all

Can I play with matches?

The Leader looked and he laughed at me

Can I play with matches?

He said, “You’re here on camp to be, yeah”

He said that you’re here to be, yeah

I screamed aloud to the old man

I said, “Don’t lie, don’t say, I can’t play”

I say, “You play with these matches

At this fire and the next.”

Oh and then he fixed me with a smiling glance

And the knowing beamed in his eyes

He said “Do you wanna know the truth

I’ll tell you the truth”

You’re now gonna burn some twigs in your own fire

Can I play with matches?

The Leader stared at my hands so small

Can I play with matches?

There’s no parent here at all

Can I play with matches?

The Leader looked and he laughed at me

Can I play with matches?

He said, “You’re here on camp to be”

Can I play with matches?

The Leader stared at my hands so small

Can I play with matches?

There’s no parent here at all

Can I play with matches?

The Leader looked and he laughed at me

Can I play with matches?

He said, “You’re here on camp to be”

I CAN play with matches!


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