I could take a walk down the memory lane with
no walking stick,
I could take a look at all the beautiful scenes
with no spectacles,
In the dim past i could see clearly:
You, myself and Johnson gathered at the
playground,
Football-playing kids of diverse abilities!

I could recall with nostalgia,
That each time i ignited a flame you poured the
oil,
And when it almost got out of hand Johnson
put it out,
By tacit agreement, we all knew each misdeed
was done by nobody,
Mischief-loving fellows of like minds!

Then when Johnson said to me and i said to
you:
'Lets go taunt the girls'
We knew we had to be careful the way we pull
their legs,
Lest their pants come off!