The poor kids of the days of old. A ragamuffin bunch of misfits out with no worries. No drama of the he said, she said, stories told. Not even too proud to go outside and play in the snow and eat up the flurries. Today's kids have it so easy. Heads in the phone or eyes on the television. To be honest, just down right sleasy. Cuts me deep down to the hearts incision. The ragamuffin clan, let's go back to them days. To bring back the imagination. To be outside and play. Where the fantasies of the children were of a sweet sensation.