Exploring is the thing I sing;
Exploring is my favorite thing;
And I would rather die than say,
“Exploring I’ll not go today.”

Skate down a street that’s curving new,
Glide up a hill to get a view;
A park to find with higher swings
To kick a big tree’s leafy wings.

Then find a creek whose waters shine,
Shout “Finder’s keepers, it’s all mine!”
Grab a dollar off the bottom—
“Wawa’s drinks, hooray! I’ve got ’em!”

Then pass a friendly house I know—-
“Very quiet, she’s sleeping, oh!
Don’t yell her name, just scoot on by,
Another day she’ll wave us, “Hi!”

And now back home by some strange route,
A lo-ong shortcut, who gives a hoot?
New things to see, new things to hear,
Glowing with confidence, nothing to fear.

The world was made for eyes to see,
And mine are open—-made for me!

Exploring is the thing I sing;
Exploring is my favorite thing.;
And I would rather die than say,
“Exploring I’ll not go today.”