The blue sky is blue like blue bubble gum,
But it prays to Allah, it prays to Allah.
And like the flavour of the blue sky and the bubble gum won’t last,
We’ve got to thank Allah before our chances go past.
I don’t want to be a grown-up like the grown-ups I have seen,
Because the grown-ups I have seen don’t seem to have much fun.
They don’t get down on the floor enough to pray or play with toys,
When I’m a grown-up I won’t want to be one.
( Song by Dawud Wharnsby Ali )