Papa took me when I was one, on a trip to the far side of the sun,
Oh papa let’s return, if we get close we might get burned.
Mama took me when I was two, up high in the sky in a big balloon,
Oh mama lets go down, for we are miles above the ground.
Papa took me when I was three, to the bottom of the deepest sea,
Oh papa, it is cold, and it is dark, so let’s go home
Mama took me when I was four, to walk along the forest floor, 
Oh mama, finally, the place that I’d like to be.
Papa took me when I was five, down to the riverside,
Oh papa, let’s be gone, the sun set and the river is long.
Mama took me when I was six, to fields with trees, with [bad word] to pick,
Oh mama, is that all, can [bad word] back tomorrow?
Papa took me when I was seven to a party with all his friends,
Oh papa, I know you’re tall, but in this room I feel small.
Mama took me when I was eight, to climb along the mountain face,
Oh mama, finally, the place that I’d like to be.