The “no hug” rule
The first day of kindergarten, he hurried to the door
Shrugging off his mother’s hugs, he didn’t need them anymore
For he was all grown up now, too big for all that stuff
Instead he waved a quick good-bye, hoping that would be enough
Still he couldn’t help but look back, as he hurried through the door
Seeing tears in his mother’s eyes, he waved to her once more
And then he left her standing there, with a sad smile upon he* **ce
As he ventured onward to a different world, a new exiting place