Jump Up

Shake hands with your feet
Jump real high
Jump real neat
And when the liquids fly
Kiss gravity on the forehead
Then change silver for red

You spin you twirl you leap you hurl yourself
Through the falling fingertips
If gentlemanly elves
Were to find you jumping on news clips
Would they be happy for your leap
Or draw on you in your sleep

Where might we find ourselves
Up above the shelves
Covered in dust and model dinosaurs
And musty rusted toys
Up in the minds of us boys
Flipping where pterodactyls soar
A bore
Or a three-pointer score