Here’s to the kids who act up
To let you know they’re down.
Here’s to the ones who make a fuss
Throw tantrums, and refuse to be moved.
Here’s to the children who
Give their parents wrinkles and gray hair,
Who talk back to teachers
And question their ministers.
Here’s to truants, delinquents, and bad seeds,
To gangsters, dropouts, and stoners.
Here’s to the kids never told they could be anything
Who found a way to be something.
Here’s to you who rebel
When the only peace is negative.